(Roses are red, my love) (Doo doo da doo) A long, long time ago On graduation day You handed me your book I signed this way: "Roses are red, my love Violets are blue Sugar is sweet, my love But not as sweet as you." We dated through high school And when the big day came I wrote into your book Next to my name: "Roses are red, my love Violets are blue Sugar is sweet, my love But not as sweet as you." (as sweet as you) Then I went far away And you found someone new I read your letter, dear And I wrote back to you: "Roses are red, my love Violets are blue Sugar is sweet, my love But luck may God bless you." (may God bless you) Is that your little girl? She looks a lot like you Someday some boy will write In her book, too: "Roses are red, my love Violets are blue Sugar is sweet, my love But not as sweet as you." (Roses are red)