Pretty Roses in Your Hair

Standing on the landing

Looking down at me

I began to feel afraid

With my old eyes shining

Level at your knee

I held the stems of your bouquet

Pretty roses in your hair

Pretty roses in your hair

Pretty roses in your hair

Oh, how did I let you slip away

Oh, how could I let you slip away

Late from bathurst station

Your address in hand

The light could not be described

Never once but broken

All we should have been

You lived your life I lived mine

How did I let you slip away

How could I let you slip away

Pretty roses in your hair

Pretty roses in your hair

Pretty roses in your hair

Oh, how did I let you slip away

Oh, how could I let you slip away

Pretty roses in your hair

Pretty roses in your hair

Pretty roses in your hair

Oh, how did I let you slip away

Oh, how could I let you slip away

How did I let you slip away