Roses are shining in thicker fields in the hush of the silvery dew the roses are flowering in Picardy but there's never a rose like you and the roses will die with the summertime and our rose may be so far apart but there's one rose that dies not in Picardy that's the rose that I keep in my heart And the roses are gonna die with the summertime and our rose may be so far apart But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy that's the rose that I keep locked up in my heart