And Roses And Roses by Perry Como

Everyday i sent another present,
Just to let her know how very much i care . . .
Wrote a little love note with each present,
But it didn't seem to get me anywhere . . .

My poor worried heart was almost certain,
That this love affair would never be . . .
Then i sent a dozen yellow roses,
Then from that moment she belonged to me . . .

Roses, roses, roses i thank all the roses
That bloom in the spring . . .
Love is a wonderful thing,
The rest of my life i will bring her
Roses and roses and roses of love . . .

Roses, roses, roses i thank you for saying
What i couldn't say . . .
Oh!, what a wonderful way,
To tell her, "i love you" each day,
With roses and roses and roses of love . . .
And roses and roses and roses of love,
And roses and roses and roses . . .