I've seen them down in the valley,
wild roses that grow by the side of the
road,
and they don't really mind if you pick them
and they don't
really care if you leave them alone.
Wild roses... Wild roses
open their hearts gently by the by.
Wild roses grow unattended and nobody
ever knows why.
When the sun goes down in the valley
there's music
in the night that it brings,
and the roses quietly listen
to the
song that the whipporwill sings.
Wild roses ... wild roses
open their hearts gently by the by.
Wild roses grow unattended and nobody
ever knows why.
You won't hear the sound of them leaving
as they
softly fade into the snow,
and they don't really care if you pick
them.
Wild roses just grow by the side of the road.
Wild roses just
grow by the side of the road
