All the way back to my home
Are pink roses on every side:
You were there to hold my hand
Wasn't hard for you to decide.

What I was didn't matter,
That striking stare from your eyes:
Was a great thing to see,
Only I don't get to see it twice.

All the way back to my home,
You took my hand in yours:
When it got bright just after dark,
I stepped through the open door.

All the way back to my home,
We say our last goodbyes,
The smell of earth touched by rain,
And pink roses on every side.