I hear the sound of music,
Your favorite kind of music.
And that reminds me dear of you.
I seel the summer roses,
Your favorite shade of roses
And that reminds me to of you, dear
If I could hear no music,
If there could be no roses
No summer nights to make me
Dream as I do.
Perhaps, I might forget you.
But in my heart I know
But I need no reminder to miss you so.
