Roses on the 4th of July - Nanci Griffith

He still sends her roses on the 4th of July

They’re always white roses and she never asks why

She still doesn’t know where he goes Thursday nights

But his wedding band rests, on the bedside that night

He was a soldier in the Vietnam war

He lost half his right leg whilst daydreaming of her

She lit a candle each holy hour he was gone

«You Were On My Mind» was their favorite song

Love is a mystery

From birth 'till we die

It’s cross words of a morning

By evening entwined

It’s all that we dream of, sometimes it’s not right

Love is white roses and you never ask why

He’s the hands of a draftsman, he’s built a good life

She works for a season during IRS time

Two children they’ve had though their boy has now died

When they wake of each morning, he’s still on their minds

Their friends would all tell you they’re like day and night

Their daughter’s an actress, she is strong and she’s bright

He meets with his pals from the war Thursday nights

She still treasures those roses every 4th of July

Love is white roses every 4th of July