bed of roses
By bonnie hayes
From the album "bette of roses"


Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows
And the still air is sweet with summer flowers;
In the shade by the stream i would lie awake and dream,
And in dreaming i would while away the hours.

Long, long gone yesterday,
And the castle and the prince and the god to whom i prayed.
Well, i made, and i'm gonna lie in this bed of roses.
I'm tired of trying to be free.
Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses.
Bed of roses i believed my life would be.

Well, i wasted years,
All the useless, bitter tears.
If i'd known i'd have stopped it at the start.
I knew life was long,
And i knew life could go wrong,
But i never knew my life would break my heart.

Dreams die harder than pride.
I have learned my lesson well.
I will put them both aside.
'cause i made and i'm gonna lie in this bed of roses.
I'm tired and i'm dying to be free.
Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses.
Bed of roses i believed my life would be.

Roses die, and all the fairy tales are lies,
And i guess that's just too bad for poor old me.
'cause i made, and i'm gonna lie in my bed of roses.
Bed of roses i believed my life would be.
Bed of roses i believed my life would be.