Here is a rose from the garden where the flower of romance grows And I'll keep on apart near my aching heart just a petal from a faded rose Love'd be
Roses I send you roses With all the love their tender blossoming discloses Just like my arms they'll open wide You'll see my heart inside Please dear
me your book I signed this way Roses are red my love... We dated through school and when the big day came I wrote into your book next to my name Roses
love with a rose And started it flushing from its head to its toes Then one day the rose was kissed by the dew A new love was born and the violet turned blue Roses
Roses pressed in a Bible bring me sweet mem'ries of you Roses withered and faded as same as a love I once knew Yesterday's roses covered with teardrops
to stay And if the teardrops make the red red roses fade and fall apart Throw aside the broken petals like you threw away my heart Don't mind the teardrops on the roses
rose with the ribbon of blue You'll find a million memories you threw away In this red rose I'm sending to you It's just a red rose from the blue side
I want some red roses for a blue lady Mr Florest take my order please We had a silly quarrel the other day Hope these pretty flowers chase her blues away
phone I can't even see you at your home So I'm sending you this present Just to prove I was telling the truth Dear, I believe you won't laugh When you receive this rose
t drink But at least you thought you wanted it That's so much more than I can say for me But what a good year for the roses Many blooms still linger
drink But at least you thought you wanted it That's so much more than I can say for me It's been a good year for the roses Many blooms still linger
a rose that fell on the floor Alone and neglected as I was that day Was my sweet little rose from the bride's bouquet. It was only a rose from the bride
A ROSE FROM THE BRIDE'S BOUQUET (Jimmy Dickens - Clarke VanHess - Marty Hale) « © '49 Acuff-Rose Music » (It was only a rose from the
of wine and roses A victim of the drunken life I chose Now all my social friends look down their noses For I kept the wine and threw away the rose I
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 the time Just stirring at those roses
And Rose, my Rose of San Antone Broken song, empty words I know Still live in my heart all alone For that moonlit pass by the Alamo And Rose, my Rose
SILVER DEW ON THE BLUE GRASS TONIGHT (Ed Burt) « © '57 E.M.Berbert Music » The moon was softly shining on an old Kentucky home The fragrance
The moon was softly shying on an old Kentucky home The fragrance of magnolia's filled the air A lonely girl was writing to her sweet heart all alone To