My Christina Rose (Pt II)
Holding hands, holding hope out for our tomorrow
Molding plans, repay lost days that we had to borrow
Build those dreams, live that once only imagined life
Willed it seems, devoted man wants you for his wife
And these were only things we thought, yet prayed for every night
The happy memories we both sought, happening now only seems right
My Christina Rose, her pretty nose, feet to match with
pretty little toes
She shows and goes and boy she knows, how to make me smile, love flows
My Christina Rose, smile and strike a pose, make me dream about you in those wedding clothes
He stows, he shows, puts a gold ring where it goes, tells
the world at the top of his lungs he crows
About my Christina Rose
The only flower in my bed, smell the petals in my head
Ever seen a rose so red? A million dollars I’d take her instead
Oh! My Christina Rose!
Tim Windisch
06 26 2024
