White Roses

Do you recall Those younger days? We meant so much In countless ways. Each morning I would Wait for you With a little note and the Feeling was true. Wild roses, Dreams recalling. Wild roses, Blooming longing. We walked to school, Then back again. Yet night would come, I'd miss you then. Each morning I Would wait for you With a little note and the Feeling was true. Wild roses, Dreams recalling. Wild roses, Blooming longing.