(jim beauhall/s. johns)

A little boy not much more than a baby
Found a rose and picked it like a child would do
Proudly he went running to his mommy
And with a grin he said, look what me find for you

A teenage boy packed groceries at the market
A rebel kid sometimes a little wild
But every year on mother's day and birthdays
He'd bring her a rose just like that little child

A single crimson rose
In time became a symbol of
Endless love shared between
A mother and her son
A single crimson rose
Was a special way to say
I'll always love you come what may
A single crimson rose

At eighteen, he enlisted in the army
To fight a war he felt needed to be won
Sometimes he'd write on mother's days and birthdays
He never failed to send a rose to mom

That soldier now is coming home a hero
With his medals to the mother that he loves
With tear-filled eyes, she tells him how she's missed him
And on his casket lays a single crimson rose

A single crimson rose
In time became a symbol of
Endless love shared between
A mother and her son
A single crimson rose
Was a special way to say
I'll always love you come what may
A single crimson rose

A single crimson rose
Was a special way to say
I'll always love you come what may
A single crimson rose

A little boy not much more than a baby
Found a rose and picked it like a child would do

• A Single Crimson Rose
• A Very Special Angel
• Another Bedtime Story
• Anywhere With You
• House of Fallen Angels
• Paper Mill Road
• The Other Woman
• This Dream
• Twelve Steps Down
• When Spirits Walk
• When You Smile at Me