Today I saw the roses die,
The ones that we picked out.
And I turned around to cry,
I could not help myself.
I know where the roses go
Who do what they should do,
And baby, you wont go where the roses go
If you cant be true.
Today I saw the roses die,
The ones that we picked out.
As I stood there I could see
I could not help them now.
I know where the roses go
Who do what they should do,
And baby, you wont go where the roses go
If you cant be true.
Dont you want to walk where the flowers play
Beneath the sky of gold,
Where the little white doves fly by the hour
Singing our love will never grow cold ?
Oh, today I saw the roses die,
The ones that we picked out.
And I hoped that you could tell
What it was all about.
I know where the roses go
Who do what they should do,
And baby, you wont go where the roses go
If you cant be true.
You wont go there
If you cant be true.
You cant go there
If you cant be true.
You wont go there
If you cant be true ...
