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.