Rose, Rose I love you with an aching heart
What is your future, now we have to part
Standing on the jetty as the steamer moves away
Flower of Malaya, I cannot stay
Make way , oh, make way for my Eastern Rose
Men crowd in dozens everywhere she goes
In her rickshaw on the street or in a cabaret
'Please make way for Rose' you can hear them say
Rose, Rose I love you with your almond eyes
Fragrant and slender neath tropical skies
I must cross the seas again and never see you more
Way back to my home on a distant shore
Rose, Rose I love you with an aching heart
What is your future, now we have to part
Standing on the jetty as the steamer moves away
Flower of Malaya, I cannot stay