Garden Of Love

If God made little roses
 Of heartbroken blue
 I'd wear one at my collar
 To remind me of you
 If God made little flowers
 In the color of tears
 They'd grow up 'round my doorway
 And bloom through the years
 Pretty roses
 Like the blue of the bud
 Pretty flowers
 My garden of love
 You left my heart's tender garden
 With the blues falling down
 For when your love had faded
 The briars twisted 'round
 Pretty roses
 Like the blue of the bud
 Pretty flowers
 My garden of love
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 Now I see you in dreams, dear
 Your memory stayed
 I'll gather them together
 In lover's bouquet
 Pretty roses
 Like the blue of the bud
 Pretty flowers
 My garden of love
 Pretty roses
 Like the blue of the bud
 Pretty flowers
 My garden of love