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(melba montgomery, leslie satcher) |
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A soft summer evening, another time, another place |
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He brought her red roses on their very first date |
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She got carried away by the things that he said |
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Time would erase them but she would never forget |
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Chorus: |
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And the roses heard it all |
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The rose in her hair, the rose in her hand |
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The roses in the paper on the wall |
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There's a story to tell if the roses could talk |
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Somewhere close to midnight, another time, another place |
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She lays in the darkness with tears on her face |
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While he talks in his sleep confessing his love |
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He calls out a name that she's never heard of |
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Repeat chorus |
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She never told him |
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She never let him see her cry |
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Only the roses know |
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What she kept down inside |
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The years took their toll and the angels took her away |
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Now there's family and friends at a cold winter's grave |
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He kneels down and whispers. 'you're the only love that i've known' |
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As he lays a rose on a cold marble atone |
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But the roses heard it all |
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The rose from her garden, the rose in her bible |
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The roses in the paper on the wall |
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There's a story to tell if roses could talk |
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What a story to tell if roses could talk~ |
