Emily Jane White - The Roses lyrics
[Emily Jane White - The Roses lyrics]
The oaks and the vines
And the branches entwined around my heart
And a melancholy winding led to my depart
And it was clear that you were not here
For the roses
And you stood watch over a man made lake
You ain’t no saint of the roses
And you wore paper-thin sleeves
In this mire of thorns
And with ill fate we lay beneath
Oh that white cross bearing this long loss
And with ill fate we lay beneath
Oh that white cross bearing this loss
And I shall, continue to make
Bouquets of roses from this fate
And so I shall continue to make
Bouquets of roses from this fate
And the branches entwined around my heart
And a melancholy winding led to my depart
And it was clear that you were not here
For the roses
And you stood watch over a man made lake
You ain’t no saint of the roses
And you wore paper-thin sleeves
In this mire of thorns
And with ill fate we lay beneath
Oh that white cross bearing this long loss
And with ill fate we lay beneath
Oh that white cross bearing this loss
And I shall, continue to make
Bouquets of roses from this fate
And so I shall continue to make
Bouquets of roses from this fate