Текст песни Roses

Heading north, San Francisco Wild horses in my head See you looking out the window Will she bring roses when I'm dead? Will she bring roses when I'm dead? Will she bring roses when I'm dead? Do I love her for her beauty? Do I love her? She makes me smile Do I love her 'cause it's my duty? I, I guess we'll never really know Will she bring roses when I'm dead? Will she bring roses when I'm dead? (Will she bring roses?) (Will she bring roses?)