Love is like the wild rose-briar;
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,
by Emily Bronte
The song playing is the theme from Romeo and Juilet (1968)
I waited 'til dreams,
Friendship like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He still may leave thy garland green.
Like my heart, were all broken.
The flowers were all dead
And the words were unspoken.