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Caedmon's Call lyrics - The Roses

album: Share the Well (2004)
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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 

CHORUS (2x)