From the corner of the streets I found her I picked a thorn and grew a rose I tamed the wild life around her And the book of her pass was surely closed Rose don’t ever go away now Rose my bucket We tilt the soil of our fertile love We picked the grapes and drank the wine We harvest the fruit of understanding And the garden of our love was sacred and all mine Rose Ohh Now im twice the man that I was before our love began But you had to go The path was too strong for us to hold on ohh Then the winds came from the wrong direction Blowing away all my love and my protection I woke up one morning with the early dawn just To find her gone like a butterfly takes to the sky gone without a warning never say good bye gone Rose gone gone Now the winter of love chills my life leaving the heart scared and torn for a rose has become the brush of the street And im born once again in the thought Rose The petals are closed The rose bush is bad There is only a memories going bad Rose The petals are closed The bush is bad There is only memories going bad Rose The petals are closed The rose is bush is bad Only memory going bad