A soft summer evening, another time, another placeHe brought her red roses on their very first dateShe got carried away by the things that he saidTime would erase them but she would never forget And the roses heard it allThe rose in her hair, the rose in her handThe roses in the paper on the wallThere's a story to tell if the roses could talk Somewhere close to midnight, another time, another placeShe lays in the darkness with tears on her faceWhile he talks in his sleep confessing his loveHe calls out a name that she's never heard of And the roses heard it allThe rose in her hair, the rose in her handThe roses in the paper on the wallThere's a story to tell if the roses could talk She never told himShe never let him see her cryOnly the roses knowWhat she kept down inside The years took their toll and the angels took her awayNow there's family and friends at a cold winter's graveHe kneels down and whispers. "You're the only love that I've known"As he lays a rose on a cold marble atoneBut the roses heard it allThe rose from her garden, the rose in her BibleThe roses in the paper on the wallThere's a story to tell if roses could talkWhat a story to tell if roses could talk
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