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
Aand the roses heard it all
The rose in her hand, the rose in her hair
The roses in the paper on the wall
There’s a story to tell if 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 she’s never heard of

And the roses heard it all
The rose in the vase that sat by their bed
The roses in the paper on the wall
There’s a story to tell if roses could talk

She never told him she never let him see her cry
Only the roses know what she kept deep down inside

The years took their toll and the angels took her away
Now there’s family and friends at a cold winters grave
He kneels down and whispers you’re the only love that I’ve known
As he lays a rose on a cold marble stone

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
There’s a story to tell if roses could talk