Roses On The 4th Of July Lyrics - 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 their 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's 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 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 

Love is white roses every 4th of July