Roses

A soft summer evening, another time, another place He brought her red roses on their very first date She got carried away by the things that he said Time would erase them but she would never forget And the roses heard it all The rose in her hair, the rose in her hand The roses in the paper on the wall There's a story to tell if the roses could talk Somewhere close to midnight, another time, another place She lays in the darkness with tears on her face While he talks in his sleep confessing his love He calls out a name that she's never heard of And the roses heard it all The rose in her hair, the rose in her hand The roses in the paper on the wall There's a story to tell if the roses could talk She never told him She never let him see her cry Only the roses know What she kept down inside The years took their toll and the angels took her away Now there's family and friends at a cold winter's grave He kneels down and whispers. "You're the only love that I've known" As he lays a rose on a cold marble atone But the roses heard it all The rose from her garden, the rose in her Bible The roses in the paper on the wall There's a story to tell if roses could talk What a story to tell if roses could talk