The willows stand on guard in the dark Where lovers are rowing alone in the park. In awe of each other they make a mistake, And find they must spend one more night on the lake.
And I don't care if anyone knows, There's no-one so fair as my Tokyo rose. I don't care if anyone knows, There's no-one so fair as my Tokyo Rosie.
The blossom has fallen before the west wind; The butterfly lies with its silken wings pinned; Alone in the temple the lovers rejoice And sing to each other with one single voice.
I wear my silk kimono black, Get you monkey off my back. No matter where the west wind blows, You'll never find a fallen rose.
The flowers of heaven are roses in bloom; The east wind turns west in the walls of my room. I build my defence in the palace of sin, The lovers make home and the loser must win.