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Little Yellow Roses

Trevor Peacock
Language: English



Laid on my back with the sun in my eyes;
Soon I shall know what no living men know.
All of my life’s been a fight against lies,
Death brings the truth, and it’s my turn to go.

Send my mother a lock of my hair,
Send my father the watch that he gave me.
Tell my brother to follow me if he dare,
Tell them I’m lost now and no-one can save me.
Remember, remember,
Send my love little yellow roses.

My father taught me that all men are equal,
Whatever colour, religion or land;
Told me to fight for the things I believed in
That's what I did—with a gun in my hand.

Send my mother a lock of my hair,
Send my father the watch that he gave me.
Tell my brother to follow me if he dare,
Tell them I’m lost now and no-one can save me.
Remember, remember,
Send my love little yellow roses.

I met my love in a garden of roses,
She pricked her finger, so sharp the thorn grows.
We made a promise that ‘til death should part us
We’d never look on that wild yellow rose.

Send my mother a lock of my hair,
Send my father the watch that he gave me.
Tell my brother to follow me if he dare,
Tell them I’m lost now and no-one can save me.
Remember, remember,
Send my love little yellow roses.


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