It Will Never Rain Roses

I have a garden of my own
You may think it’s overgrown
How many flowers – would you guess?
It's a little wilderness

But now my beloved is gone
To the bed’s of spices
To feed in the gardens
and to be where the light is

And it will never rain roses

How many flowers – would you guess?
"...And it will never rain roses"

They are stuck here in the ground
Stroking our noses
Without making a sound

And it will never rain roses
They are stuck here in the ground
Stroking our noses
Without making a sound
there's no sound