Through darkened corridors of my mind
Where simple moments seem like years in time
Today or tomorrow, just when will it be
Time will allow you to come to me
The tender promises so frequently broken
And nights alone hoping
Somehow things always end the same old way
One more battle with unfulfilled yesterdays
But if the roses don't come in Spring this year
I'm still waiting for you my dear
I'll be waiting for a love I can share
I'm still waiting for, nothing else will compare
Touching the shore by the sea
An unusual chord in my life symphony
There's a desire that longs to be fed
As I lay here dreaming of you inside my bed
But if roses don't come in Spring this year
I'm still waiting for you my dear
I'm still waiting nothing else will compare...
ohhh.....
You're an open book I long to read
To jot along the margin a few of my needs
Just seeing you shows me how much time I have wasted
You're all I ever wanted, But never tasted, never tasted
Oh but if the roses don't come in Spring this year
I'm still hoping, I'm still praying
Oh... If the roses don't come this year...
I'll always be hoping, always praying...
by Gloria Jones
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