I've seen them down in the valley,
Wild roses that grow by the side of the road,
And they don't really mind if you pick them
And they don't really care if you leave them alone.

Wild roses... Wild roses open their hearts gently by the by.
Wild roses grow unattended and nobody ever knows why.
When the sun goes down in the valley
There's music in the night that it brings,
And the roses quietly listen
To the song that the whippoorwill sings.

Wild roses ... wild roses open their hearts gently by the by.
Wild roses grow unattended and nobody ever knows why.
You won't hear the sound of them leaving
As they softly fade into the snow,
And they don't really care if you pick them.
Wild roses just grow by the side of the road.
Wild roses just grow by the side of the road