There's an old road where I like to walk And dream about Strangers come and strangers go After all. There will be roses all around you There will be roses on the view There will be roses In those old rooms There will be roses to be true.
There's an old road where I like to walk And dream about Strangers come and strangers go After all. There will be roses all around you There will be roses on the view There will be roses In those old rooms There will be roses to be true.