Purple Roses

John Williamson

There's a rose bush in the garden

Been there since I was born

That celebrates its age without fear

I touch the velvet petals

And smell the breath of angels

And pick the purple roses every year

Now you think you're passed your prime my sweet woman

Your use-by date is faded and grey

But sad and sorry thoughts like that my darlin'

Is throwin' purple roses away

You're tired of pretending that you're younger

When gravity is real and here to stay

So you wear your clothes more easily for comfort

You used to be too skinny anyway

Now you're looking in the mirror

A picture of your Mother

But you don't see the woman that I see

Denying grace and pride the good Lord gave you

Is throwin' purple roses away

Yeah, sad and sorry thoughts like that my darlin'

Is throwin' purple roses away