Rose

Song Length 4:02 Genre Folk - Rock, Country - Rock
Tempo Medium Slow (91 - 110) Lead Vocal Female Vocal

Lyrics

Twisting hands behind her kneck she braids her hair and grabs the Hem hikes her dress up past her knees
She walks the tractor road up through the fields they've sewn threaded patchwork boxes spread for miles
They'll cut and crimp and rake and bale
She'll hang snakeskins on Rafter nails
And live within these days of buried dianondbacks and bones
They'll sweat a second cutting and a summers all but gone

They say they hear she's coming home by train sometime in Afternoon maybe wonder why she hadn't come before
Well she moved so far away and it's been years without a word Wonder if her laugh is still the same
This time will bring a stone for Rose
She'll kneel beside this name she knows
A younger year and she'd have brought chaulk and paper down Rubbed in all the names and took them home not knowing one

Well time goes by just like time will go by
An old international rusts dark against an autumn sky
Like a wasp sat still on a weeded ridge with a wagon hitch fallen
From a wagon unhitched
The stones disapeard under grass grown high
That no one cuts for no one to come by

This stone for Rose
This stone for Rose
A younger year and she'd have brought chaulk and paper down
Rubbed in all the names took them home not knowing one
A younger year and she'd have brought chaulk and paper down rubbed in all the names and fook them home not knowing one

Lyrics Jennifer Clarke Music Jennifer Clarke
Producer Judd Fuller Publisher Roccus Music BMI
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