From the corner of the streets I found her
I picked a thorn and grew a rose I tamed the wild life around her
And the book of her pass was surely closed
Rose don’t ever go away now
Rose my bucket
We tilt the soil of our fertile love
We picked the grapes and drank the wine
We harvest the fruit of understanding
And the garden of our love was sacred and all mine
Rose
Ohh
Now im twice the man that I was before our love began
But you had to go
The path was too strong for us to hold on
ohh
Then the winds came from the wrong direction
Blowing away all my love and my protection
I woke up one morning with the early dawn just
To find her gone
like a butterfly takes to the sky gone
without a warning never say good bye gone
Rose gone gone
Now the winter of love chills my life
leaving the heart scared and torn
for a rose has become the brush of the street
And im born once again in the thought
Rose
The petals are closed
The rose bush is bad
There is only a memories going bad
Rose
The petals are closed
The bush is bad
There is only memories going bad
Rose
The petals are closed
The rose is bush is bad
Only memory going bad
