[Verse 1]
He was the youngest of five and the only son
He called his wife by a nickname as his father had done
Not the root, not the branch, not the flower or stem
He had the wildest of dreams but he rarely remembered them
[Chorus]
Turn the red rose
Paint the red rose blue
What was he to do?
But turn the red rose
Turn the red rose
Paint the rеd rose blue
What was he to do?
But turn thе red rose
[Verse 2]
The words that came to him, both the lies and the threats
They arrived all too easily but they ran up some debts
From the thunder of the pulpit to the whispers of a lover
'Til he found that he couldn't tell one from the other
[Chorus]
Turn the red rose
Paint the red rose blue
What are we to do?
But paint the red rose
Turn the red rose
Paint the red rose blue
What are we to do?
But paint the red rose
He was the youngest of five and the only son
He called his wife by a nickname as his father had done
Not the root, not the branch, not the flower or stem
He had the wildest of dreams but he rarely remembered them
[Chorus]
Turn the red rose
Paint the red rose blue
What was he to do?
But turn the red rose
Turn the red rose
Paint the rеd rose blue
What was he to do?
But turn thе red rose
[Verse 2]
The words that came to him, both the lies and the threats
They arrived all too easily but they ran up some debts
From the thunder of the pulpit to the whispers of a lover
'Til he found that he couldn't tell one from the other
[Chorus]
Turn the red rose
Paint the red rose blue
What are we to do?
But paint the red rose
Turn the red rose
Paint the red rose blue
What are we to do?
But paint the red rose
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