You were my rose.
You were my pride and joy.
Loveliest rose in the garden
That’s what you were.
Look at my rose.
Isn’t she beautiful?
Kind and gentle and smiling,
Yes, she’s my rose.
Nothing left in the garden.
The soil is bare.
Winter came to my garden
And there’s no-one there,
No more roses.
Just brown dead leaves.
Where is the future now?
Where are the buds for the springtime?
Are they all gone?
You’re still my rose.
I speak with pride and joy.
Loveliest rose in the garden;
You’re still my rose.
There’s peace in the garden.
The memories stay.
Still life in the garden
Though you’ve gone away.
I still love you.
