Vārdi: Dean Martin. Rambling Rose.

Rambling rose, rambling rose
Why you ramble no one knows
Wild and wind-blown, that's how you've grown
Who can cling to a rambling rose?

Wild and wind-blown, that's how you've grown
Who can cling to a rambling rose?

Ramble on, ramble on
When your rambling days are gone
Who will love you with a love true
When your rambling days are through?

Rambling rose, rambling rose
Why I want you heaven knows
Though I love you with a love true
Who can cling to a rambling rose?

A rambling rose
A rambling rose