Roses - Reba McEntire

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

And the roses heard it all

The rose in her hair, the rose in her hand

The roses in the paper on the wall

There’s a story to tell if the 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 Repeat chorus

She never told him

She never let him see her cry

Only the roses know

What she kept down inside

The years took their toll and the angels took her away

Now there’s family and friends at a cold winter’s grave

He kneels down and whispers.

«you're the only love that i’ve known»

As he lays a rose on a cold marble atone

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

What a story to tell if roses could talk~