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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · The Essential Lorrie Morgan (Lorrie Morgan) · Oh Boy Classics Presents: Lorrie Morgan (Lorrie Morgan) · Hits of Lorrie Morgan, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Room Full of Roses: The Best of George Morgan (George Morgan) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) – and 90 other albums »


thorns would it grow
And thornless are the roses that grow upon her grave
Roses are slow to fade

So years went by, but she never lost her beauty
he could only read her mind, she'd say:

Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in
SMILES ALWAYS CAME AFTER TEARS.
DAY AFTER DAY, YEAR INTO YEAR
ALL THOSE PLEASURES I KNEW 
ARE NO LONGER TRUE
FOR

CHORUS:

ONCE I BELIEVED THAT
Fifty years after the fair
The picture I have is so clear
Underneath the clouds in the air
Rose the tyrlon and the perisphere
And that for me was
the Word made man
And He died for my sins
And He rose again
to see him
So I'm smiling in my pictures, word to Morgan Freeman
This for the Glory, the Almighty
Take 50 cent and make millions, word to Chris Lighty
Was a prophet of old
The Lamb was slain
Just as he foretold
I believe Jesus
Was the Word made man
And He died for my sins
And He rose again

I believe,
Eighteen sixty nine being the date anf the year,
Those Waterloo sportsmen and more did appear,
For to gain the great prizes and bear them awa',
he could only read her mind, she'd say:

Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in
The moment we said good bye
Silence tore across the sky
The riverbed by wide and dry
As far as I could see
And someone said
My ghost was found
Laying
I heard his time was short so I went to see my old friend

When I walked through the door

He said, sure good to see you again

Sit down here by
he could only read her mind, she'd say:

Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in
My girl she's a good one
She's always on my mind
She is a rose and I am a stone
She's always poking her head out
And striking a pose
I'm always
me
Stop an' smell the roses?
Baby, I can't hardly see

No, I ain't forgotten just how good it all can be
But I've got so much responsibility
Got so
wait to get out

Fell in love out of college
Good man for a bad year
Visions of sugarplums and boxes of roses
All my girlfriends cried, and I was outta
grown.?


And the uncles all have one eye on the Rose Bowl

One by one they slink back to the den

Everybody else heads for the kitchen

You go with them
saved for a couple
Of years
They started to fight when the
Money got tight
And they just didn't count on
The tears

They lived for a while in
saved for a couple
Of years
They started to fight when the
Money got tight
And they just didn't count on
The tears.

They lived for a while in
know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell

My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
And only once did I
Then you know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell 

My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell

My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
And only once did I
Then you know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell

My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
And a couple of paintings from Sears
A big waterbed that they bought
With the bread
They had saved for a couple
Of years
They started to fight when the
Money got
saved for a couple
Of years
They started to fight when the
Money got tight
And they just didn't count on
The tears.

They lived for a while in
know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell

My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
And only once did I