Were Doing This Song In Chorus. Its Pretty Awsome I Love The Melody.

Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose,
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will, sire,
At thy will.

Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong.
Wedding bells on an April morn.
Carve your name on a moss covered stone,
A moss covered stone.

Ah poor bird
Take thy flight
High above the sorrows
Of this poor night.