Roses, pressed in a Bible,
Brings me sweet memories of you.
Roses, withered and faded,
The same as the love I
once knew.
Yesterday's roses,
covered with teardrops,
Yesterday's teardrops sparkle like dew.
I'll al ways treasure yesterday's roses,
Telling a story that never
came true.
Sometimes, when I'm alone, dear,
My poor heart's breaking inside.
True love, we might have known, dear,
But just like the roses it died.
Yesterday's roses, covered with teardrops,
Yesterday's teardrops
sparkle like dews.
I'll always treasure yesterday's roses,
Telling a story that never came true.
Memories live through the ages,
Still they bring only regret.
Roses, pressed in a Bible,
they tell me to never forget.
Yesterday's roses,
covered with teardrops,
Yesterday's teardrops sparkle like dew.
I'll al ways treasure yesterday's roses
Telling a story that never came true