| (Loreen Bliss, Tim Bliss, J. Marc Bailey, BMI, 2004) Dried Roses was written for my friends whose husbands are serving our country. "Please Lord, keep him safe, watch over him!" |
You don’t forget the little things like sharin’ the remote
Kissing me good morning and helping with my coat
You never bring me flowers, so I knew they were earned
‘I’m gonna save those roses you brought with the news, ‘til you return
Dried Roses still hangin’ in our kitchen
Each petal holds a memory of the little things I’m missin’
Waffles Sunday morning, whiskers tickling my chin,
Please, Lord, keep him safe, watch over him,
and my dried roses
We made the choice together, you looked proud when you left
You said take care of things at home; Well, I’ve tried to do my best
I’ll do my part to show support each day that you’re gone
I’ll tie a yellow ribbon, fly our flag, and sing this song
Dried Roses still hangin’ in our kitchen
Each petal holds a memory of the little things I’m missin’
Waffles Sunday morning, whiskers tickling my chin,
Please, Lord, keep him safe, watch over him,
and my dried roses
Smilin’ eyes from in the photographs
Remembering the music of our laughter
I’m glad I kept those roses savin’ the little things
’Cause I want my happy ever after
Dried Roses still hangin’ in our kitchen
Each petal holds a memory of the little things I’m missin’
Waffles Sunday morning, whiskers tickling my chin,
Please, Lord, keep him safe, watch over him,
and my dried roses
Lord, keep him safe - ‘cause I want more than dried roses
Kissing me good morning and helping with my coat
You never bring me flowers, so I knew they were earned
‘I’m gonna save those roses you brought with the news, ‘til you return
Dried Roses still hangin’ in our kitchen
Each petal holds a memory of the little things I’m missin’
Waffles Sunday morning, whiskers tickling my chin,
Please, Lord, keep him safe, watch over him,
and my dried roses
We made the choice together, you looked proud when you left
You said take care of things at home; Well, I’ve tried to do my best
I’ll do my part to show support each day that you’re gone
I’ll tie a yellow ribbon, fly our flag, and sing this song
Dried Roses still hangin’ in our kitchen
Each petal holds a memory of the little things I’m missin’
Waffles Sunday morning, whiskers tickling my chin,
Please, Lord, keep him safe, watch over him,
and my dried roses
Smilin’ eyes from in the photographs
Remembering the music of our laughter
I’m glad I kept those roses savin’ the little things
’Cause I want my happy ever after
Dried Roses still hangin’ in our kitchen
Each petal holds a memory of the little things I’m missin’
Waffles Sunday morning, whiskers tickling my chin,
Please, Lord, keep him safe, watch over him,
and my dried roses
Lord, keep him safe - ‘cause I want more than dried roses
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