作词 : 吴文 |W. THOMAS
Make way, oh, make way for my Eastern Rose
Men crowd in dozens everywhere she goes
In her rickshaw on the street or in the 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
He must cross the seas again and never see you more
'way back to my home on a distant shore

(All his life I shall remember)
(Oriental music and you in his heart)
(Perfumed flowers in your tresses)
(Lotus-scented breezes and swaying palms)

Rose, Rose he loves you with an aching heart
What is your future?, now you have to part
Standing on the jetty as the steamer moves away
Flower of Malaya, He cannot stay

(Rose, Rose I love you, I cannot stay)