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.

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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.

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