From the musical “Miss Springtime”, 1915 Words by P. G. Wodehouse and Herbert Reynolds Music by Emmerich Kalman
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Lyrics
I can hear the thunder
Of that great strange world of wonder
Like a voice out in the distance
That is calling me
Ever growing stronger
As it bids me wait no longer
Beating down my poor resistance
As it shouts, “Be free”
Come away, I can hear it say
Haste the joys and beauties
That the world can give
Night and day that voice I hear
Ringing, singing in my ear
Calling to me “Leave this gloomy round of care
Come where Fame’s a-waiting you
Roses in your path they’ll strew
In that great big world out there”
Chorus
Throw me a rose, one crimson rose
Red as the sky when sunset glows
Rosika dear, your lattice unclose
Throw me, Love, a red, red rose
Throw me a rose, one crimson rose
Red as the sky when sunset glows
Rosika dear, your lattice unclose
Throw me, Love, a red, red rose