The Roses

High above the valley of Quito
 An old man and his bride grow roses
 Red and yellow, white and golden,
 To him they are precious as children
 Their daughter, she moved to America
 One more break in the Tower of Babel
 She has a son that they've never seen at all
 They're praying that they raised her well
 CHORUS
 On the mountain high
 They will live and die
 As time just slips away
 And the children grow
 In the God they know
 As time just slips away
 A man, his bride, his children, and his roses
 Planted in faith
 And watered in tears
 Honey, that's all they have
 And they're happier here
 Than any of my friends back home
 They met Jesus and they really know Him
 CHORUS
 Now I'm back at home
 All alone
 And I'm trying to find my thoughts
 Of that old man so inspiring
 And the TV's always on
 And the phone, it won't stop ringing
 These bills, they keep on screaming
 I'm paying for the things
 We never really need
 Wonder what he's doing right now?
 Maybe walking through his simple field
 Thinking about how
 God has blessed him so
 A man, his bride, his children, and his roses
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