ROSES ON THE 4th OF JULY
(Nanci Griffith)




Nanci Griffith - 2001




 


He still sends her roses on the 4th of July 
They're always white roses and she never asks why 
She still doesn't know where he goes Thursday nights 
But his wedding band rests on their bedside that night 


He was a soldier in the Vietnam war 
He lost half his right leg whilst daydreaming of her 
She lit a candle each holy hour he was gone 
"You Were On My Mind" was their favorite song 


Love is a mystery from birth 'till we die 
It's cross words of a morning, by evening entwined 
It's all that we dream of, sometimes it's not right 
Love is white roses, and you never ask why 


He's the hands of a draftsman, he's built a good life 
She works for a season during IRS time 
Two children they've had, though their boy has now died 
When they wake of each morning, he's still on their minds 


Their friends would all tell you they're like day and night 
Their daughter's an actress, she is strong and she's bright 
He meets with his pals from the war Thursday nights 
She still treasures those roses every 4th of July 


Love is white roses every 4th of July