Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows
And the still air is sweet with summer flowers;
In the shade by the stream I would lie awake and dream,
And in dreaming I would while away the hours.
Long, long gone yesterday,
And the castle and the prince and the God to whom I pray.
Well, I made, and I’m gonna lie in this bed of roses.
I’m tired of trying to be free.
Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses.
Bed of roses I believed my life would be.
Well, I wasted years,
All the useless, bitter tears.
If I’d known I’d have stopped it at the start.
I knew life was long,
And I knew life could go wrong,
But I never knew my life would break my heart.
Dreams die harder than pride.
I have learned my lesson well.
I will put them both aside.
’cause I made and I’m gonna lie in this bed of roses.
I’m tired and I’m dying to be free.
Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses.
Bed of roses I believed my life would be.
Roses die, and all the fairy tales are lies,
And I guess that’s just too bad for poor old me.
’cause I made, and I’m gonna lie in my bed of roses.
Bed of roses I believed my life would be.
Bed of roses I believed my life would be. |
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