I picked a rose
It reminded me of you
Pricked by the thorns
Drawn to the view
Back to my home
And into a vase
I picked a rose
And I put it in it's place
I picked a rose
It reminded me of you
Sitting in my kitchen
Watching it bloom
Before my eyes
A petal curled
Along came a fly
So I took that rose
And I hung it up to dry
I picked a rose
It reminded me of you
Dust now gathers
Where there once dripped dew
Rough where it once was smooth
A faded vision of it's given hues
I picked a rose
It reminded me of you
