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!
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]
Authorship
- by Thomas Hood (1799 - 1845), "Ballad", from Literary Souvenirs, first published 1827 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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