Текст песни: George Jones. Our Bed Of Roses.

The morning we moved in this house you said let's make a bed of roses

So hand in hand we found that special place and I broke the ground

I wiped that delta dirt from your face as you knelt there to sow them

Oh, I'd give anything a mortal man could give if you could see them now

Chorus

Through the kitchen windowpane, I can see the roses

The ones we planted that first spring are blooming like they did when you were here

Someone's always left behind when the door of this life closes

So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses

Verse 2
Some days I sit for hours at the time, just stirring at those roses
They seem so young and full of life, but soon they'll face the winter chill
I don't know how long I can survive, but one thing that I know is
Come sping time the roses will return, but you never will

Chorus
Through the kitchen windowpane, Lord, I can see the roses
The ones we planted that first spring are blooming like they did when you were here
Someone's always left behind when the door of this life closes
So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses
So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses