Bill Roper (billroper) wrote,
Bill Roper

Buttercups and Roses

I didn't get a chance to play this at OVFF for anyone except catalana and tollers (well, and daisy_knotwise who heard it right after I finished it), so...

Words and Music: Bill Roper
Copyright 2007

Buttercups and Roses

Buttercups and roses lie scattered on the ground,
But for every door that closes, another portal's found.
And if I had the answer to the question that I pose
Would I find it in the buttercup? Would I find it in the rose?
With buttercups and roses, no one knows.

If I had a wish I could wish on a star,
I'd turn back the clock and watch us from afar
As we walked hand in hand on the edge of a stream
And I could have sworn I was lost in a dream.
I wanted a flower to tuck in your hair
So I picked a buttercup that shone brightly there.
You laughed and you smiled as I put it in place
And I still can remember each curve of your face.

On a morning much later, you came to my door
And you gave me a rose that you bought from the store.
I took it in hand and I asked you inside
And I knew from that moment our love would abide.
I told you I loved you, but you already knew
And I swear to you now what I said then was true.
I'd stay by your side for as long as I could
And you could be sure my intentions were good.

Fool that I was and a fool I must be
For letting my past come between you and me
And the words that I spoke, I can never retrieve
And I still understand why you'll never believe
Me again.

So we dance at a distance, forever apart,
Each of us holding one half of a heart.
And I search for some doorway that you've left ajar,
But as I approach, I find each portal's barred.
So I'll leave a buttercup outside of each door
And hope you look out and remember once more
The way that you felt when you gave me that rose
And give one last chance to a man who now knows.

(Final chorus to coda)
No one knows.
No one knows.
Tags: filk, lyrics, musings

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