The roses grow where the roses grow
And some grow in my love’s garden
I picked a bud in the midday sun
Without asking for your pardon

Yet the roses flower when the roses flower
And some flower in my love’s garden
There I picked a bloom in the afternoon
without any word of pardon

How the roses fade, how the roses fade
How they fade in my love’s garden
I farewell them all as the evening falls
And I never think of pardon

Only thorns remain in my love’s domain
My ingratitude to harden
I embrace them all and they prick me raw
And my blood will be my pardon

Leigh Harrison © APRA 2008