Bed Of Roses

Bed of roses By bonnie hayes From the album "bette of roses" Long, long ago, where the tall gra*s 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.