If Roses grow in heaven,
Lord, please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my friend's arms
and tell them, they're from me...
Tell them that I love and miss,
them, and when they turn to smile,
place a kiss upon their cheek,
and hold them for a while...
Because remembering them is easy,
I do it every day,
But there's an ache within my heart,
that will never go away...
Lord, please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my friend's arms
and tell them, they're from me...
Tell them that I love and miss,
them, and when they turn to smile,
place a kiss upon their cheek,
and hold them for a while...
Because remembering them is easy,
I do it every day,
But there's an ache within my heart,
that will never go away...
Last edited by Baba on Fri May 22, 2009 10:58 pm; edited 1 time in total
