i want to take you to a little room a little room where all the roses bloom i want to lead you into nature s hall where ev ry year the roses give a ball they have an orchestra up in the trees for their musicians are the birds and bees and they will sing us a song as we are strolling along in sunny roseland where summer breezes are playing where the honey bees are a maying there all the roses are swaying dancing while the meadow brook flows the moon when shining is more than ever designing for tis ever then i am pining pining to be sweetly reclining somewhere in roseland beside a beautiful rose the ball is over and tulips meet their little kisses are so short and sweet the lilies nod to the forget me nots when they re departing in their flower pots but all the roses with their spirits high remain to love until they droop and die and dear why shouldn t it be just so with you and with me in sunny roseland where summer breezes are playing where the honey bees are a maying there all the roses are swaying dancing while the meadow brook flows the moon when shining is more than ever designing for tis ever then i am pining pining to be sweetly reclining somewhere in roseland beside a beautiful rose