A Gift Of Roses

F C G 
I count the hours, you count the days together, 
F G F ////// 
we count the minutes in this passion play. 
F C G 
Walk dusty miles, and I ride that train, 
F C G F ////// 
on a first class ticket, just to be with you again. 
 
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D G D G 
Picking up tired feet, back from a far horizon, 
D G D C 
Cleaned up and brushed down, dressed to look the part. 
D G D G 
Fresh from God‘s garden, I bring a gift of roses 
D G D 
C 
to stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart. 
 
F C G 
Like the Kipling cat, I walk alone, 
F C G F 
never inviting trouble, never casting the stone. 
C G 
But this badge of honour is of tarnished tin, 
F C G F 
light your guiding beacon to bring this fisher in. 
 
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