Were it not

Were it not for the red red rose,
The sun would have no need to shine,
If not for the summer heat,
The crickets would not need sing to you,
Without the sun,
The moon would weep and mourn,
As I would every day of your absence,
Come home safely to me,
For when you're gone,
The roses wither,
And the crickets have no voice,
So come home to me safely,
My sun, so that time may begin again.