Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows
And the still air is sweet with summer flowers
In the shade by a stream I would lie awake and dream
And in dreaming I would while away the hours
Long, long gone yesterday
And the castle and the princess and the god to whom I pray
Well I made and I'm going to lie in this Bed of Roses
I'm tired of trying to be free
Gonna lay down like a sigh in my Bed of Roses
Bed of Roses I believed my life would be
All those wasted years
All the useless, bitter tears
If I'd known, I'd have stopped it at the start
I knew life was long
And I knew life could go wrong
But I never knew my life would break my heart
Dreams die harder than pride
I have learned my lesson well
I will put them both aside
'Cause I made and I'm going to lie in this Bed of Roses
I'm tired and I'm dying to be free
Roses die, and all the fairy tales are lies
And I guess that's just too bad for poor old me
Gonna lay down like a sigh in my Bed of Roses
Bed of Roses I believed my life would be
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