There's a rose bush in the garden Been there since I was born That celebrates its age without fear I touch the velvet petals And smell the breath of angels And pick the purple roses every year Now you think you're passed your prime my sweet woman Your use-by date is faded and grey But sad and sorry thoughts like that my darlin' Is throwin' purple roses away
You're tired of pretending that you're younger When gravity is real and here to stay So you wear your clothes more easily for comfort You used to be too skinny anyway
Now you're looking in the mirror A picture of your Mother But you don't see the woman that I see Denying grace and pride the good Lord gave you Is throwin' purple roses away
Yeah, sad and sorry thoughts like that my darlin' Is throwin' purple roses awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
