A World War I song, 1918
Words and music by George Benoit Robert Levenson Ted Garton
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Rose of Belgium, drooping so low
Lift up your head, for we love you so
Robbed of your sunshine, you’re fading away
But you’ll live to bloom on a happier day
America is calling to you
Speaking in words divine
“My home shall be thy home
And all my treasures thine”
Refrain
Belgian Rose, my drooping Belgian Rose
For every hour of sorrow you’ve had
You’ll have a year in which to be glad
You were not born in vain
For you will bloom again
And tho’ they’ve taken all your sunshine and dew
We’ll make an American beauty of you
And you will find repose over here
My Belgian Rose
- Once your rosebuds bloomed thru the land
Then came the tyrant with sword in hand
Crushed ‘neath his footsteps
You fell to the ground
But still in your heart there is life to be found
American will bring back your bloom
Holding you to her breast
No harm shall befall you
And you’ll find peace and rest