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 . . .



Words and Music by Ray Gilbert

and Dorival Caymmi , 1965