Bed Of Roses – Daniel O’Donnell – letras

Who would go to church but left me in the streetWith no parents of my own, I never had a homeAnd an eighteen year old boy has got to eat.She found me outside, Sunday morningBegging money from a man I didn’t knowShe took me in and wiped away my childhoodA lady of the streets this woman Rose.Chorus:This bed of Rose’s that I lay onWhere I was taught to be a manThis bed of Rose’s where I’m livin’Is the only kind of life I’ll understand.She was a handsome woman, just thirty-fiveWho was spoken to in town by very fewShe managed a late evening businessLike most of the town wished they could do.And I learned all the things that a man should knowFrom a woman not approved of I supposeBut she died knowing that I really loved herFrom life’s bramble bush, I picked a rose.Chorus:This bed of Rose’s that I lay onWhere I was taught to be a manThis bed of Rose’s where I’m livin’Is the only kind of life I’ll understand.