Wild Roses by Trevor James from United States

a red rose was lying in her hair
in front of a crowd so unaware
of the beauty that was there
such a pretty flower in her hair
the beauty that was there
pretty flower in her hair
each morning as the sunrise slowly s
she's walking alone through the busy street
i wonder where she goes
each morning all alone
in that dress that shines of gold
in her hair a pretty rose
i caught her once on her morning round
with a smile she said it was her last day in town
but its been so nice talking to you
and she was gone before i knew
past these busy street of blue
to where the wild roses grew