Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows    and the still air is sweet with summer flowers;    in the shade by the stream I would lie awake and dream,    and in dreaming I would while away the hours.       Long, long gone yesterday,    and the castle and the prince and the God to whom I prayed.    Well, I made, and I'm gonna lie in this bed of roses.    I'm tired of trying to be free.    Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses.    Bed of roses I believed my life would be.       Well, I wasted years,    all the useless, bitter tears.    If I'd known I'd have stopped it at the start.    I knew life was long,    and I knew life could go wrong,    but I never knew my life would break my heart.       Dreams die harder than pride.    I have learned my lesson well.    I will put them both aside.    'Cause I made and I'm gonna lie in this bed of roses.    I'm tired and I'm dying to be free.    Gonna lay down like a sigh in my bed of roses.    Bed of roses I believed my life would be.       Roses die, and all the fairy tales are lies,    and I guess that's just too bad for poor old me.    'Cause I made, and I'm gonna lie in my bed of roses.    Bed of roses I believed my life would be.    Bed of roses I believed my life would be.