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."
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, good luck -God bless you, too.
Is that your little girl? She looks a lot like you;
Someday a 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."
