If you could see the future baby, we'd be staring at the same blue sky
With the sun behind the mountain, I'd wipe the tear from your jaded eye
All those around us, with thorns in their hands, scratching their skin with every glance
Awoo, I'll be holding I'll be holding the rarest rose, awoo
I'll be holding I'll be holding the rarest rose, awoo
I'll be holding I'll be holding the rarest rose, awoo, but I'd be, such a fool such a fool to let you go
Look at the first day baby, time frozen in an amber glaze, maybe someday you'll get your dream
All those around us, with thorns in their eyes, look upon us with no surprise
Awoo, I'll be holding I'll be holding the rarest rose, awoo
I'll be holding I'll be holding the rarest rose, awoo
I'll be holding I'll be holding the rarest rose, awoo, but I'd be, such a fool such a fool to let you go
All that's around us, smells like twilight, on an April, April night
Awoo, I'll be holding I'll be holding the rarest rose, awoo
I'll be holding I'll be holding the rarest rose, awoo
I'll be holding I'll be holding the rarest rose, awoo, but I'd be, such a fool such a fool to let you go