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 the 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
 He calls out a name that she's never heard of

 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 the roses could talk

 She never told him
 She never let him see her cry
 Only the roses know
 What she kept 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 that I've known"
 As he lays a rose on a cold marble atone
 But the roses heard it all
 The rose from her garden, the rose in her Bible
 The roses in the paper on the wall
 There's a story to tell if roses could talk
 What a story to tell if roses could talk