MEMORY OF A ROSE, THE
Kennedy / Young

as rec by Vera Lynn  1941

also rec by Helen Forrest w Benny Goodman & his Orch


One night a troubadour came from the west,
He sang about the one he loved the best.
With sorrow in his heart he strolled along,
As to a world apart he sang his song;

The memeory of a rose is with me as I wander,
The memory of a rose thrown from a window high.
A dream that never goes is calling me out yonder,
And so I take my way,
Day by day,
With the memory of a rose.

One stolen hour, a promise made and broken,
A lovely bride once said "I will!", but not to me!
The south wind, when it blows, brings only recollection;
There's nothing else to bring,
So I cling
To the memory of a rose.

The south wind, when it blows, brings only recollection;
There's nothing else to bring,
So I cling
To the memory of a rose.




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - February 2011)