Moons and Roses  - ListenHere      

Roses, roses, 

red from someone's 

heart left open 

much too long.

Roses, roses, 

by the dozen 

on the corner like a song

they sing for someone 

they remember, 

only roses

take them home.

Mountains, mountains, 

purple shadows 

paint her body 

afternoon

resting like a heart 

that's breathing 

deep inside 

a flesh-filled moon

they sing for someone 

they remember 

moons and roses 

take them home.

Think, think, 

again I'm turning 

into something 

I began

when I was younger 

and much older 

didn't know your 

gentle hand.

I sing for someone 

new each springtime, 

moons and roses 

think I'm home.