Rose, Rose, I love you

Rose, Rose, I love youRose, 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. All my life I shall remember oriental music and you in my arms. Perfumed flowers in your tresses, lotus-scented breezes and swaying palms.
Rose, Rose, I love yo 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 leave you; my ship is in the bay. Kiss me farewell, now there*s nothing to say. East is east and west is west. Our worlds are far apart. I must leave you now, but I leave my heart.