Baby Dee A Weakness For Roses
Rocking in a grassy cradle
I want to wake up in your heart
Lift me up and call me sunshine
Take me where the roses grow
I want to be the song you sung me
How many years ago
Show me on my fingers
I really want to know
Show me on my fingers
Show me where the roses grow
Sitting at your starry table
I was a helpless gaping babe
Roses
Roses
I've got a weakness for roses.
