Rose Garden

Rose Garden I beg your pardon. I never promised you a rose garden. Along with the sunshine, there*s got to be a little rain sometime. When you take, you got to give, so live and let live, or let go. Oh, oh, oh. I beg your pardon. I never promised you a rose garden. I could promise you things like big diamond rings, but you don*t find roses growing on stalks of clover. So you better think it over. Well, if sweet-talking you could make it come true, I would give you the world right now on a silver platter. But what would it matter? So smile for a while and let*s be jolly. Love shouldn*t be so melancholy . Come along and share the good times while we can.
I beg your pardon. I never promised you a rose garden. I could sing you a tune and promise you the moon, but if that*s what it takes to hold you, I*d just as soon let you go. But there*s one thing I want you to know. You better look before you leap. Still waters run deep, and there won*t always be someone there to pull you out, and you know what I*m talking about.