A Gift Of Roses

F C G I count the hours, you count the days together, F G F ////// we count the minutes in this passion play. F C G Walk dusty miles, and I ride that train, F C G F ////// on a first class ticket, just to be with you again. D G D G Picking up tired feet, back from a far horizon, D G D C Cleaned up and brushed down, dressed to look the part. D G D G Fresh from God's garden, I bring a gift of roses D G D C to stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart. F C G Like the Kipling cat, I walk alone, F C G F never inviting trouble, never casting the stone. C G But this badge of honour is of tarnished tin, F C G F light your guiding beacon to bring this fisher in.