BROKEN BLOSSOMS
(Ballard MacDonald / A. Robert King,   1919)


Often a page of a book turned o'er 
Brings back a vision of days of yore; 
Only a rose leaf that lingers yet, 
Touches a spot that we can't forget:

Once in awhile there's a fragrance rare, 
Bringing a lingering vision fair; 
Only a thought of a bygone love, 
You have been longing and thinking of:

Broken blossoms, maybe a violet blue. 
Pansies purple, tenderest thoughts renew 
Lillies of white or rose red, 
Bring back a mem'ry long since dead, 
Broken blossoms in fancy they bloom again.