Roses Of Yesterday
Irving Berlin
Roses of yesterday
Faded and thrown away
Love is a pale bouquet
Of yesterday's roses
Roses were once in bloom
Here in my lonely room
Now there's a faint perfume
Of yesterday's roses
Roses of crimson red
Faded when love was dead
Quickly the summer fled
And winter discloses
That it was not to be
And all that's left for me
Is a sweet memory
Of yesterday's roses