Ragweed Rose loves the spirits and the hearits Like the he said, she said, sign of the times and things to come She would stay up all night drinking wrongs right Sipping elderberry wine til the dawns early light She would walk the streets calling out for me But her old mans a better man than I could ever be She would walk a moonless mile just to see me smile Then take the train back home again and love him for a while Ragweed Rose wont you come to me She cant be mine, but she cant be free So go on back home, baby Or be alone, baby She only loves me when Im gone In the spring, wed climb the hills and watch the wildflowers grow And Rose would love me more than I would ever know She would dance among the pines with the flowers in her hair And it would seem that life would not make fools of us again I went back to see her but the hills had turned to gold The sky had turned to silver and Rose had grown old And the years had been so kind to Roses peace of mind Loving things is easy but the time is hard to find
rose, ragweed, hearits, elderberry, hill