The Last Roses
I was in the garden, love
Picking roses for you
Pricking fingers for you
Bleeding for you...
I called you, my love
You didn't answer
I left them at your door
The last of summer blooms
I hope you like them
I passed by today, love
Saw the bouquet
Withered
At your doorstep
© E.D.King
Picking roses for you
Pricking fingers for you
Bleeding for you...
I called you, my love
You didn't answer
I left them at your door
The last of summer blooms
I hope you like them
I passed by today, love
Saw the bouquet
Withered
At your doorstep
© E.D.King