Oh if I were the velvet rose br Upon the red rose vine, br I'd climb to touch his window br And make his casement fine. br br And if I were the little bird br That twitters on the tree, br All day I'd sing my love for him br Till he should harken me. br br But since I am a maiden br I go with downcast eyes, br And he will never hear the songs br That he has turned to sighs. br br And since I am a maiden br My love will never know br That I could kiss him with a mouth br More red than roses blow.