Yesterday's Roses
Roses pressed in a Bible bring me sweet memories of you
Roses withered and faded as same as a love I once knew
Yesterday's roses covered with teardrops
Yesterday's teardrops sparkle like dew
I'll always treasure yesterday's roses
Telling a story that never came true
Sometimes when I'm alone dear my poor heart is breaking inside
True love we might have known dear but just like the roses it died
Yesterday's roses covered with teardrops
Writer/s: Fred Rose / Gene Autry
