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Roses

A soft Summer evening, another time, another place
He bought her red roses on thier 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
Theres a story in 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 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
Theres a story in tell if roses could talk

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

The years took thier tool and the angels took her away
Now theres 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 hear 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 they'd tell if roses could talk

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Reba McEntire Lyrics
Reba McEntire
Country Room
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