with a rose and started it flashing from its head to its toe Then one day the rose was kissed by the dew A new love was born and the violet turned blue Roses
with a rose And started it flashing from its head to its toe Then one day the rose was kissed by the dew A new love was born and the violet turned blue Roses
a rose And started it flashing from its head to its toes Then one day the rose was kissed by the dew A new love was born and the violet turned blue Roses
violet fell in love with a rose And started it flushing from its head to its toes Then one day the rose was kissed by the dew A new love was born and the violet
a rose And started it blushing from its head to its toes Then one day the rose was kissed by the dew A new love was born and the violet turned blue Roses
you down I don't speak French but I'll tongue you down, down Tongue you down, tongue, tongue you down Only red roses for you, baby And only white roses
stopped but the violin Conversation, one dance, sip a bottle of the best Now I'm asking myself, "What has he done to me?" This can't turn into love, no The rose
Roses are red and violets are blue Primroses pale on a velvet green hue Warm summer days by cool waterfalls Like the music we hear Those things we'll
Compliment what she does Send her roses just because If it's violins she loves Let them play Dedicate her favorite song And hold her closer all night
of your history has little to do with your face You're mainly a mystery with violins filling in space You stood in the nude by the mirror and picked out a rose
Searchlights answer gunfire Angels escort falling mercies Hearts shut off like streetlights But even in the blackout I'll find my balcony rose The violinist puts his violin
her sister's hair on fire, And as the smoke and flame rose high'r, Danced around the funeral pyre, Playin' a violin, -olin, Playin' a violin. She weighted
reeled, As we lay there on the scented ground and the moon rose over the field. She was safely gathered in my arms when from the barn Drifted the sound of a violin
the violin, so sad and blackened Like a breeze, the songs of Drynhwyl Chasing the wind, like my spirit die Dreaming of the queen, the queen of roses
harpe des violons jouaient Des anges au ciel me souriaient Le vent faisait chanter l'ete (In a large enchanted garden Suddenly I found myself A harp and violins
, if you pray for me I'll pray for you and cash flow too, why not? It was a black wedding, you could hear the organs not The violins or the words the
