John Mc Cormack Transposer
Roses of Picardy
Frederick Weatherly Haydn Wood











Song : F#
Intro :
Bm Em Bm Em Bm F#7 Bm F#7
Bm F#7 Bm
She is watching by the poplars,
D A7 D
Colinette with the sea blue eyes,
F#7 Bm F#7 Bm
she’s watching and longing, and waiting
F#m C#7 F#7
where the long white roadway lies.
C#7 F#7
And a song stirs in the silence,
C#7 F#7
as the wind in the boughs above,
A D
she listens and starts and trembles,
A E7 A A7
'tis the first little song of love.
A A7 D
Roses are shining in Picardy,
A A7 D F#7
in the hush of the silver dew,
B B7 Em
Roses are flow'ring in Picardy,
E E7 A A7
but there's never a rose like you !
A A7 D
And the roses will die with the summertime,
A A7 D F#7
and our paths may be far apart,
B B7 E E7
but there's one rose that dies not in Picardy,
A A7 D
'tis the rose that I keep in my heart.
Bm Em Bm Em Bm F#7 Bm F#7
Bm F#7 Bm
And the years fly on forever,
D A D
till the shadows veil their skies,
F#7 Bm F#7 Bm
but he loves to hold her little hands,
F#m C#7 F#7
and look into her sea blue eyes,
C#7 F#7
And she sees the road by the poplars,
C#7 F#7
where they met in the bygone years,
A D
for the first little song of the roses,
A E7 A A7
is the last little song she hears.
Chorus
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