You're A Pretty Sight,

Golden Curls Hang Down.

I'd Like To See You In A Wedding Gown.

I'd Like To See You,

It's Something Everybody Knows.

You May Become A Withering Rose.



There Are Kinds Of Beauty

Besides What You've Got Now.

There Are Kinds Of Beauty

That A Cold Wind Never Shook.

You'll Need That Beauty

Once You've Worn A Wedding Gown.

And Your Pretty Children Start

To Rip Your Pretty Looks.



Ah, Rose, I Believe When Winter Comes

You May Move, You May Fall,

You Will Shake Like The Leaves.