Bed of Roses

Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows

and the still air is sweet with summer flowers;

in the shade by the stream I would lie awake and dream,

and in dreaming I would while away the hours.

Long, long gone yesterday,

and the castle and the prince and the God to whom I prayed.

Well, I made, and I'm gonna lie in this bed of roses.

I'm tired of trying to be free.

Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses.

Bed of roses I believed my life would be.

Well, I wasted years,

all the useless, bitter tears.

If I'd known I'd have stopped it at the start.

I knew life was long,

and I knew life could go wrong,

but I never knew my life would break my heart.

Dreams die harder than pride.

I have learned my lesson well.

I will put them both aside.

'Cause I made and I'm gonna lie in this bed of roses.

I'm tired and I'm dying to be free.

Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses.

Bed of roses I believed my life would be.

Roses die, and all the fairy tales are lies,

and I guess that's just too bad for poor old me.

'Cause I made, and I'm gonna lie in my bed of roses.

Bed of roses I believed my life would be.

Bed of roses I believed my life would be.