Roses

When the train pulls out of our town, And your smile fades down the line, I will remember the roses Blooming red beside the pond I shall dream of golden moonlight Shining softly on your skin. Ciao is but a one-way ticket You have pulled up from your sleeve. One year is a lonesome promise That someday I might believe. Someday the wind may show its face And the mourning dove won’t grieve. When the trains pass through our hometown, Blowing lonesome in the night My dreams shall bathe with the moonlight Shining softly on your skin; My love drifting, slowly sinking With rose petals in the pond. What’s your hurry? What’s your hurry? Won’t you stay ‘till Dawn’s fingers paint the sky?