Rose

Rose, she lifts her arms in the summertime
Sending all her love in flowers from the vine
Petals fall like fingers, hers to mine
And we move for shelter from the heat, inside

And we’re gone too long
And we’re gone too long

Silent through the house we steal away
And my heart is throbbing with so much to say
Lay a while, we breathe as the Sun sets
And illuminates our rose, her arms outstretched

And it grows on
Till the frost comes

You and I will never get old
You and I will never get old
You and I will never get old
Swear to me, my dear

You and I will never get old
You and I will never get old
You and I will never get old

Cold the morning comes against the house
Where did summer go? When did she slip out?
Rose is pruned by winter’s gardener
They keep telling me I’ll be fine, but I’m lost without her
They keep telling me I’ll be fine, but I’m lost without her
They keep telling me I’ll be fine, but I’m lost without her