The morning we moved in to this house you said "lets make a bed of roses" So hand in hand we found that special place and I broke the ground I wiped that delta dirt from your face as you knelt there to sew them I'd give anything a mortal man can give if you can see them now Through the kitchen window pane, I can see the roses The one's we planted that first spring Blooming like the did when you were here Someone always left behind when the door of this life closes So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses Some days I sit for hours at a time, just staring at those roses They seem so young and full of life but soon they'll face the winter chill I don't know how long I can survive but one thing that I know is Come springtime the roses will return but you never will Through the kitchen window pane, Lord I can see the roses The one's we planted that first spring Are blooming like the did when you were here Someone always left behind when the door of this life closes So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses