Paroles de la chanson Roses par Reba Mcentire
Auteurs: Melba Montgomery,Leslie Winn Satcher
Editeurs: Emi Music Publishing France
Chanson manquante pour "Reba Mcentire" ? Proposer les paroles
Proposer une correction des paroles de "Roses"
Proposer une correction des paroles de "Roses"
Paroles de la chanson Roses par Reba Mcentire
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
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
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
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
Paroles.net dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
