On A Bed Of Roses
Patrick Cannell © 2019
When dark forboding is on the hills
And word brings news of impending ills
You lay me down on a bed of roses.
When fever strikes at me in my bed
And every moment is filled with dread
You lay me down on a bed of roses.
You are the answer to all of our prayers
As we climb your steep ascending stairs.
When thunder cracks at the dusk of day
And all good forces are in decay
You lay me down on a bed of roses.
When imps and satyrs tug my sleeves
And haunt the overhanging eaves
You lay me down on a bed of roses.
You are the answer to all of our prayers
As we climb your steep ascending stairs.
When fists and clubs beat me to the ground
And mocking laughter is all around
You lay me down on a bed of roses.
When heaven splits and the rains descend
And all high spirits are at an end
You lay me down on a bed of roses.