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 didnt 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 couldnt 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 . . .