Bed of Roses
Paint me a bed of roses ...
So I can rest these weary eyes ...
Heart is where the home is ...
And home is no place I can find ...
Home is no place I can find.
So, paint me a bed of roses ...
So I can look through this wall ...
Then maybe I'll get over it ...
And life can make sense after all ...
Life can make sense after all.
Picture in a frame ...
A scene that lifts me up to a higher place ...
Coloring my days.
Paint me a bed of roses ...
Two blackbirds flying high ...
One for those who say hello ...
And one for those who have said goodbye ...
One for those who have said goodbye.
Autor(es): Alan H
