Valentines Day

A RED, RED ROSE

by Robert Burns ( Scottish poet)

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That’s sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

Oh my love is like a red red rose

that grows in June

Oh my love is like a song

That is sweetly played in tune

To you, my darling

So deep in love with you

and i will love you still, my dear

until there is no more water in the sea

Till the seas are empty, my dear

and the rocks melt with the sun

I will love you still, my dear

while the sands of life will run

And I will come again my only love

as though it were a thousand miles.