She was called a scarlet woman by the people
Who would go to church but leave me in the street
With no parents of my own I never had a home
And a fifteen year old girl has got to eat

She found me outside one Sunday morning 
Begging money from a man I didn't know
She took me in and wiped away my childhood 
This woman of the street, this lady Rose

This bed of roses that I lay on where I was taught to love a man
This bed of roses where I'm living is the only kind of life I'll understand

She was a handsome woman just thirty-five 
Who was spoken to in town by very few
She managed a late evening business 
Like most of the town wished they'd do

And I learned all the things that a girl should know 
From a woman not approved of, I suppose
She died knowing someone really loved her 
From life's bramble bush I picked a rose

This bed of roses that I lay on where I was taught to love a man
This bed of roses where I'm living is the only kind of life I'll understand

This bed of roses that I lay on where I was taught to love a man
This bed of roses where I'm living is the only kind of life I'll understand
This bed of Rose's.