Roses are not red
Violets are not blue
It is this that I dread
Falling for you.

Roses are blue
Violets are red
In my world it's true
It's time we're wed.

So place a ring
On the finger, left hand
The angels will sing
I will demand.

Bells will ring out
the bells will chime
The angels will shout
and you will be mine.