You're a pretty sight,
golden curls hang down.
i'd like to see you in a wedding gown.
i'd like to see you,
it's something everybody knows.
you may become a withering rose.
There are kinds of beauty
besides what you've got now.
there are kinds of beauty
that a cold wind never shook.
you'll need that beauty
once you've worn a wedding gown.
and your pretty children start
to rip your pretty looks.
Ah, rose, i believe when winter comes
you may move, you may fall,
you will shake like the leaves.