The First Rose

This is the first rose you gave to me
All that is left of my used-to-be
I've kept it with me through all these years
Recalling memories through lonesome tears

Between the pages my stories told
Of love that blossomed and then grew cold
All that is left now is plain to see
It's this first rose, dear, you gave to me

You were the first love I ever knew
My days were happy my skies were blue
Now all has faded just like the rose
Where has it gone, dear, nobody knows

This is the first rose; also the last
The joy it brought me has now all passed
But I can hold dear your memories
Within the first rose you gave to me