Everyday I Sent Another Present,
Just To Let Her Know How Very Much I Care . . .
Wrote A Little Love Note With Each Present,
But It Didn't Seem To Get Me Anywhere . . .

My Poor Worried Heart Was Almost Certain,
That This Love Affair Would Never Be . . .
Then I Sent A Dozen Yellow Roses,
Then From That Moment She Belonged To Me . . .

Roses, Roses, Roses I Thank All The Roses
That Bloom In The Spring . . .
Love Is A Wonderful Thing,
The Rest Of My Life I Will Bring Her
Roses And Roses And Roses Of Love . . .

Roses, Roses, Roses I Thank You For Saying
What I Couldn't Say . . .
Oh!, What A Wonderful Way,
To Tell Her, "I Love You" Each Day,
With Roses And Roses And Roses Of Love . . .
And Roses And Roses And Roses Of Love,
And Roses And Roses And Roses . . .

Words And Music By Ray Gilbert
And Dorival Caymmi , 1965