"If The Roses Don't Come in Spring This Year" Through darkened corridors of my mind Where simple moments seem like years in time Today or tomorrow, just when will it be Time will allow you to come to me The tender promises so frequently broken And nights alone hoping Somehow things always end the same old way One more battle with unfulfilled yesterdays But if the roses don't come in Spring this year I'm still waiting for you my dear I'll be waiting for a love I can share I'm still waiting for, nothing else will compare Touching the shore by the sea An unusual chord in my life symphony There's a desire that longs to be fed As I lay here dreaming of you inside my bed

But if roses don't come in Spring this year I'm still waiting for you my dear I'm still waiting nothing else will compare... ohhh..... You're an open book I long to read To jot along the margin a few of my needs Just seeing you shows me how much time I have wasted You're all I ever wanted, But never tasted, never tasted Oh but if the roses don't come in Spring this year I'm still hoping, I'm still praying Oh... If the roses don't come this year... I'll always be hoping, always praying... by Gloria Jones.