I hear the sound of music, 
Your special kind of music. 
And that reminds me dear of you. 
I smell the summer roses, 
Your favorite kind of roses 
And that reminds me to of you, dear 

If there could be no music, 
If there could be no roses 
No summer nights to make me 
dream as I do. 
Perhaps, I might forget you. 
But in my heart I know 
That I need no reminder to miss you so.