The strolling in the gloaming where the roses were in bloomnA soldier and his sweetheart brave and truenAnd their hearts were filled with song for their thoughts were of tomorrownAs she pinned a rose upon his coat of gloomnnDo not ask my love to linger when you know not what to saynFor duty calls your sweetheart’s name againnAnd your heart need not be sad that I’ll be among the dyingnI’ll be with you when the roses bloom againnnWhen the roses bloom again beside the rivernThe mockingbird has sung its sweet refrainnAnd the days of Auld Lang SynenI’ll be with you, sweetheart minenI’ll be with you when the roses bloom againnnWith the rattle of the battle came a whisper soft and lownA soldier who had fallen in the fraynI am dying, I am dying, and I know I have to gonBut I want to tell you before I pass awaynThere’s a far and distant river where the roses are in bloomnA sweetheart who is waiting there for menAnd it’s there I’ll pray you take menI’ll be faithful, don’t forsake menI’ll be with you when the roses bloom again