Letra de «The Roses»
High above the valley of Quito
An old man and his bride grow roses
Red and yellow, white and golden,
To him they are precious as children
Their daughter, she moved to America
One more break in the Tower of Babel
She has a son that they've never seen at all
They're praying that they raised her well
CHORUS On the mountain high They will live and die As time just slips away And the children grow In the God they know As time just slips away
A man, his bride, his children, and his roses Planted in faith And watered in tears Honey, that's all they have And they're happier here Than any of my friends back home They met Jesus and they really know Him
CHORUS
Now I'm back at home All alone And I'm trying to find my thoughts Of that old man so inspiring And the TV's always on And the phone, it won't stop ringing These bills, they keep on screaming I'm paying for the things We never really need
Wonder what he's doing right now? Maybe walking through his simple field Thinking about how God has blessed him so
A man, his bride, his children, and his roses
CHORUS (2x)
CHORUS On the mountain high They will live and die As time just slips away And the children grow In the God they know As time just slips away
A man, his bride, his children, and his roses Planted in faith And watered in tears Honey, that's all they have And they're happier here Than any of my friends back home They met Jesus and they really know Him
CHORUS
Now I'm back at home All alone And I'm trying to find my thoughts Of that old man so inspiring And the TV's always on And the phone, it won't stop ringing These bills, they keep on screaming I'm paying for the things We never really need
Wonder what he's doing right now? Maybe walking through his simple field Thinking about how God has blessed him so
A man, his bride, his children, and his roses
CHORUS (2x)
