The rose by the door, I've seen it before;
But never as lovely as now.
With you by my side, I'm filled with such pride.
Makes everything different somehow.
Come dance through the night, your feet are so light.
Your hands make such music, I ne'er saw the like.
And when we are old, t'will be better than gold.
This day and the rose by the door.
If my love were a boat, I'd set it afloat;
And send it to gather up sun.
When it couldn't hold more, I'd bring it to shore.
A present for my darling one.