The Man Behind The Rosebush
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The Friday sun creeps down my back
As i walk this lonely track
I fall upon a guy so near
whose gentle touch I'd never fear
I walk upon a dream or two
Where greater days I never knew
Your charming eyes with love so true
The man behind the rosebush
As we meet I see a bird
Shivering quite absorb
Lying sickly on the ground
Though making not a sound
I look at you with a tearful gaze
This bird has seen better days
You pick it up and give it warmth
The man behind the rosebush
The bird met death that afternoon
So young it died so soon
My love for you rains like a shower
Because you did everything in your power
You may not be rich my brown-eyed friend
But cash will never ever send
The message from you I learned that day
The man behind the rosebush.
