Album of Four Songs

Song Cycle by Charles Wilfred Orr (1893 - 1976)

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?. The time of roses [sung text not yet checked]

It was not in the Winter
Our loving lot was cast;
It was the time of roses -
We plucked them as we passed!

That churlish season never frowned
On early lovers yet:
O no - the world was newly crowned
With flowers when we met!

'Twas twilight, and I bade you go,
But still you held me fast;
It was the time of roses -
We plucked them as we passed!

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