Lyrics John Barrowman

John Barrowman

Red Red Rose

Oh my love's like a red, red rose,

That's newly sprung in June.

Oh my love's like a winsome melody,

Thou art fair, my bonnie lass,

So deep in love am I;

And I will love thee still, my dear,

'Til all the seas run dry.

'Til all the seas run dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt with the sun;

And I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands of life shall run.

Fare-thee-well, my only Love!

Fare-thee-well for just a while!

For I will come again, my Love,

Though it were ten-thousand miles.

'Til all the seas run dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt with the sun;

And I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands of life shall run.

Fare-thee-well, my only Love!

Fare-thee-well for just a while!

For I will come again my Love;

Though it were ten-thousand miles.

Oh my love's like a red, red rose,

That's newly sprung in June.

Oh my love's like a winsome melody,

That's sweetly play'd in tune.