In The Spring The Roses Turn Red-Ian Corrigan

歌手 : Ian Corrigan

专辑 : Gallant John Joe

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:40

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In The Spring The Roses Turn Red - Ian Corrigan

In the spring the roses always turn red

But not if you don't have some

Place to lay your weary head

Now my woman she don't cry anymore

She got use to dusty highways ragged clothes

And living poor

I met her she was seventeen

In the springtime of her years

Side by side we laughed and cried

But the good times disappeared

And all she had left was some

Wore out hand me downs

An album full of photographs

And the good time party gals

In the spring the roses always turn red

But not if you don't have some

Place to lay your weary head

Now my woman she don't cry anymore

She got use to dusty highways ragged clothes

And living poor

I meant to fill up her cup with

A new kind of life

'Cause the pain inside

Her heart really cut me like a knife

We went running across

The country with grit in our eyes

Sometimes she wished to God that

She could lay right down and die

In the spring the roses always turn red

But not if you don't have some

Place to lay your weary head

Now my woman she don't cry anymore

She got use to dusty highways ragged clothes

And living poor

Now every Sunday

I take roses where she was laid to rest

It's a lonely world without her

It gets hard to do your best

There's a road that leads to heaven

Where there's no more pain to bear

I'm gonna do my best to make it 'cause

I know that she'll be there

In the spring the roses always turn red

But not if you don't have some

Place to lay your weary head

Now my woman she don't cry anymore

She got use to dusty highways ragged clothes

And living poor

In the spring the roses always turn red

But not if you don't have some

Place to lay your weary head

Now my woman she don't cry anymore

She got use to dusty highways ragged clothes

And living poor

In the spring the roses always turn red

But not if you don't have some

Place to lay your weary head

Now my woman she don't cry anymore