Woorden:
Michael Rose

only for The lucky and the strong Just remember In the winter far beneath the bitter snows Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose

Kiss today goodbye, The sweetness and the sorrow. Wish me luck, the same to you. But I can't regret What I did for love, what I did for love. Look my

that's why, they say Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song Every rose has its,

byes to sweet kentucky rose Now, on that hill one flower grows They say it is the spirit of kentucky rose They say it is the spirit of kentucky rose I

byes to sweet Kentucky Rose Now, on that hill one flower grows They say it is the spirit of Kentucky Rose They say it is the spirit of Kentucky Rose

Vertaling: Michael, Feinstein. I Will niet Stuur Roses.

Vertaling: Michael W. Smith. Kentucky Rose.

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