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 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
And the roses heard it all
The rose in her vase
That sat by their bed
The roses in the paper on the wall
There's a story to tell if roses could talk
She never told him
She never let him see her cry
Only the roses know
What she kept deep 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 stone
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 they'd tell if roses could talk
