As he lays a rose on a cold marble stone
There's a story to tell if roses could talk
The rose in her vase that sat by their bed
She never told him
But the roses heard it all
What she kept deep down inside
The roses in the paper on the wall
The rose in her hair, the rose in her hand
She got carried away by the things that he said
The roses in the paper on the wall
She lays in the darkness with tears on her face
Time would erase them but she would never forget
There's a story to tell if roses could talk
The roses in the paper on the wall
The years took their toll and the angels took her away
Now there's family and friends at a cold winter's grave
While he talks in his sleep confessing his love
Somewhere close to midnight, another time, another place
And the roses heard it all
Only the roses know
She never let him see her cry
He kneels down and whispers, "You're the only love that I've known"
And the roses heard it all
There's a story to tell if roses could talk
The rose from her garden, the rose in her Bible
He calls out a name that she's never heard of
