The Roses

High above the valley of Quito

An old man and his bride grow roses

Red and yellow, white and golden,

To him they are precious as children

Their daughter, she moved to America

One more break in the Tower of Babel

She has a son that they've never seen at all

They're praying that they raised her well



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On the mountain high

They will live and die

As time just slips away

And the children grow

In the God they know

As time just slips away



A man, his bride, his children, and his roses

Planted in faith

And watered in tears

Honey, that's all they have

And they're happier here

Than any of my friends back home

They met Jesus and they really know Him



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Now I'm back at home

All alone

And I'm trying to find my thoughts

Of that old man so inspiring

And the TV's always on

And the phone, it won't stop ringing

These bills, they keep on screaming

I'm paying for the things

We never really need



Wonder what he's doing right now?

Maybe walking through his simple field

Thinking about how

God has blessed him so



A man, his bride, his children, and his roses



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