A fresh picked rose, beside my bed The coffee pot there, hot there, When I raise my head. Each day the first thing that I see His little gifts of love, for me. When days were cold, When nights were rough, I thought his small ways, always, Ought to be enough. So now why should my smile be dim Accepting gifts of love, from him? Oh, it's time I stop to think. Time I start to learn, Time I gave him something in return. I'll share his bed, Return his touch. Let old dreams die now, by now, I shouldn't mind so much. And this I swear to God above: To give him gifts, He'll think they're gifts, To him they'll seem my gifts of love.
A fresh picked rose, beside my bed
The coffee pot there, hot there,
When I raise my head.
Each day the first thing that I see
His little gifts of love, for me.
When days were cold,
When nights were rough,
I thought his small ways, always,
Ought to be enough.
So now why should my smile be dim
Accepting gifts of love, from him?
Oh, it's time I stop to think.
Time I start to learn,
Time I gave him something in return.
I'll share his bed,
Return his touch.
Let old dreams die now, by now,
I shouldn't mind so much.
And this I swear to God above:
To give him gifts,
He'll think they're gifts,
To him they'll seem my gifts of love.
An absolutely perfect rendition of this song, I adore it!! Thank you so much for posting this!