Years with rose

It's been too many years with only memories
Looking back through the years with my Rose
Back on the past, Lord Almighty she went fast
That same old Sunday kind of comes and goes
Same old Sunday kind of comes and goes

It's been too many days in this old rocking chair
Looking back down the road and 'round the bend
Hoping that I'll see her coming slowly 'round the bend
She coming with her suitcase up the lane
Strollin' with her suitcase up the lane

It's been too many nights in this old house alone
Talking back to myself in such a way
Hoping that I'll hear her gently answering me "Dear"
When she whispers in my ear she's gonna stay
Whispers in my ear she's gonna stay