Ruth Etting — Im Bringing A Red Red Rose

No gift of silver or gold could you bring to me There is no song that you ever will sing to me So sweet as the thought, this rosebud has brought I'll keep and caress it, so proud to possess it I'm keeping this red, red rose Speaking of love and you I'm telling this red, red rose Bloom all the long years through No token but this token Has e'er spoken so truly I'm keeping this red, red rose Speaking of love and you [Instrumental Break] No token but this token Has e'er spoken so truly I'm keeping this red, red rose Speaking of love and you