A soft summer evening
Another time, another place
He brought her red roses
On their very first date
She got carried away by the things that he said
Time would erase them
But she would never forget

And the roses heard it all
The rose in her hair, the rose in her hand
The roses in the paper on the wall
There's a story to tell if roses could talk

Somewhere close to midnight
Another time, another place
She lays in the darkness
With tears on her face
While he talks in his sleep
Confessing his love
And calls out a name she's never heard of

And the roses heard it all
The rose in the vase that set by their bed
The roses in the paper on the wall
There's a story to tell if roses could talk

She never told him
She never let him see her cry
Only the roses know
What she kept deep down inside

The years took their toll
And the angels took her away
Now there's family and friends
At a cold winter's grave
He kneels down and whispers
?You're the only love I have known?
As he lays a rose on a cold marble stone

But the roses heard it all
The rose from her garden, the rose in her bible
The roses in the paper on the wall
What a story they'd tell if roses could talk

Copyright: HIPGNOSIS SONGS GROUP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): LESLIE WINN SATCHER, MELBA MONTGOMERY