Memory of a Rose

The Memory Of A Rose is with me as I wander
The Memory Of A Rose thrown from a window high
The Memory Of A Rose is calling me out yonder
And so I make my way, day by day
To the Memory Of A Rose
One stolen hour, one promise made and broken
One blushing bride, who says I will, but not to me
The south winds as they blow
bring only recollection
And so I make my way, day by day, with the Memory Of A Rose