our bed of roses

the morning we moved in this house you said

let's make a bed of roses

so hand in hand we found that special place

and i broke the ground

i wiped that delta dirt from your face

as you knelt there to sow them

oh

i'd give anything a mortal man could give

if you could see them now

through the kitchen window pane

i can see the roses

the ones we planted that first spring are blooming

like they did when you were here

someone's always left behind

when the door of this life closes

so i sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses

some days i sit for hours at the time

just staring at those roses

they seem so young and full of life

but soon they'll face the winter chill

i don't know how long i can survive

but one thing that i know is

come spring time the roses will return

but you never will

through the kitchen window pane

lord

i can see the roses

the ones we planted that first spring are blooming

like they did when you were here

someone's always left behind

when the door of this life closes

so i sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses

so i sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses.