ROSE OF AN HOUR
(Percy Edgar / Harry Scott,  1920)
 

I stand in the garden of loveland, 
Unwanted and all alone,
Why did you make me care for you? 
Ah, had I only known.

The bee to the blushing red rosebud, 
Still whispers his messages true, 
But here I wait a faded rose, 
Ne'er comes a sign from you.

The rose of an hour was my love for you, 
You took it then cast it aside 
I must regret and I know you'll forget 
Tho' you called me your joy and pride. 
At first when we met you were good and true, 
But now we have drifted apart, 
The rose of an hour was my love for you,
And the thorn still remains in my heart.