Roses Are Red, And Violets Are Blue,

Primroses Pale On A Velvet Green Hue,

Warm Summer Days By Cool Waterfalls,

Like The Music We Hear,

Those Things We'll Always Hold Dear,

Like An Old Fashioned Waltz.

When The Moonlight Shines Down

On The Hollywood World,

And The Heroine Waits

For Her Beau To Return,

And Violins Play

From Behind Garden Walls,

How I'd Love To Remain

With The Silver Refrain

Of An Old Fashioned Waltz.



As They Dance Round The Floor,

And There's No-one Else There,

And The World Is No More

And There's Never A Care,

By The Perfect Lagoon

Where The Nightingale Calls,

With Only The Moon

And The Nostalgic Tune

Of An Old Fashioned Waltz.



Roses Are Red And Violets Are Blue,

Primroses Pale On A Velvet Green Hue,

Warm Summer Days By Cool Waterfalls,

Like The Music We Hear,

Those Things We'll Always Hold Dear,

Like An Old Fashioned Waltz,

Like An Old Fashioned Waltz,

An Old Fashioned Waltz.