Garden Of Love - Gillian Welch

If God made little roses

Of heartbroken blue

I’d wear one at my collar

To remind me of you

If God made little flowers

In the color of tears

They’d grow up 'round my doorway

And bloom through the years

Pretty roses, like the blue of the bud

Pretty flowers, my garden of love

You left my heart’s tender garden

With the blues falling down

For when your love had faded

The briars twisted 'round

Pretty roses, like the blue of the bud

Pretty flowers, my garden of love

Now I see you in dreams, dear

Your memory stayed

I’ll gather them together

In a lover’s bouquet

Pretty roses, like the blue of the bud

Pretty flowers, my garden of love

Pretty roses, like the blue of the bud

Pretty flowers, my garden of love