Any/all feedback appreciated. This is a male vocalist.



There are Wild Roses copyright 2004 Pamela Bowne

With her letter tumbled jumbled thoughts of long ago
Summer nights when chores were done, she’d come, we’d run, laugh and grow
Seams now I’ve inherited that dirt-poor farm from Uncle Joe
She enclosed the last sweet note he wrote me so I’d know

(Chorus)
There are wild roses behind the weeping willow tree
Just look where we never dreamed they’d be
Blooming bounty in breathtaking beauty
Wild roses, we are often slow to see

Between the church and graveyard time to talk of just how far
I ran chasing glitter while she caught her football star
Both of us still picturing poor Uncle Joe Alone
Till on the old plot next to his we read right off the stone

Repeat Chorus

Now out past fallen fences, weathered wood and fallow fields we grieve
Walk thru plans, holding hands, beginning to believe

There are wild roses


Never think can't do - think how to