(Christine Lavin)
She opens the door, surprised to see the delivery man
Standing there, flowers in his hand
For me?, she said. He nods his head
She takes the flowers in and she's read the note
Roses from the wrong man
Poetry written in the wrong hand
She waits for one, she hears from another
Who tells her how much he loves her
With roses from the wrong man
She puts the flowers in the middle of the living-room
And the air is filled with delicate perfume
She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes
Slowly shakes her head and sighs
Roses from the wrong man
Roses from the wrong man
Poetry written in the wrong hand
She waits for one, hears from another
Who tells her how much he loves her
With roses from the wrong man
How long can she hold on for someone who might never come around
How many times will the other man try if she keeps turning him down
And she's not getting any younger, she doesn't want to settle for less
How can such pretty flowers bring so much unhappiness
Since she was a child of eleven or twelve she had had this dream
To receive the kind of flowers carried by a beauty queen
Sometimes dreams can come true
In ways you don't want them to
Like roses from the wrong man
Roses from the wrong man
Poetry written in the wrong hand
She waits for one, hears from another
Who tells her how much he loves her
With roses from the wrong man
(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)
Susannes Folksong-Notizen English Notes
