Last Birds - Yellow Roses

Yellow Roses
By a house where
No one lives
Anymore
Every year those roses
Are sure to bloom
Bright and true
Somebody told me
That a family once lived there
Their son, he got sick
And they moved away
Moved away
Yellow Roses
By the window
Of a little boy’s room
The scent of yellow roses
Drifted in
Every June
When I see those roses
I wonder, did that child
Have a chance to bloom and
Grow wild?
Grow wild
Yellow Roses
By a house where
No one lives
Anymore