[00:00.000] 作词 : Joe Buck/Josh Bruce Williams/Catt Gravitt
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Joe Buck/Josh Bruce Williams/Catt Gravitt
[00:03.048] Every September,
[00:05.724] Her blue eyes they lose a little of their light.
[00:14.691] I see the white roses,
[00:17.316] They’re right there on the table right on time.
[00:25.089] Just before fall comes around,
[00:31.886] I hear the sound, of
[00:38.197] Two people talking,
[00:40.866] Without any words,
[00:43.991] Holding each other,
[00:46.761] Even though it hurts,
[00:49.048] What holds this home together,
[00:52.047] I don’t know,
[00:54.817] But I suppose it’s the love behind
[01:00.704] The white roses.
[01:07.402] He’s the rock that,
[01:10.293] Keeps her on solid ground
[01:18.752] But this kind of heartache could’ve taken anyone down.
[01:26.924] But when fall comes around,
[01:33.348] I hear the sound
[01:39.105] Of two people talking,
[01:42.386] Without any words,
[01:45.271] Holding each other,
[01:48.345] Even though it hurts,
[01:50.483] What holds this home together,
[01:53.310] I don’t know,
[01:56.335] But I suppose it’s the love behind
[02:02.361] The white roses.
[02:23.516] I can’t imagine how they could make it through so young,
[02:35.217] I lost a brother but they lost their firstborn son.
[02:43.495] What holds this home together,
[02:46.209] Now I know it’s the love behind
[02:52.164] The white roses.

作词 : Joe Buck/Josh Bruce Williams/Catt Gravitt
作曲 : Joe Buck/Josh Bruce Williams/Catt Gravitt
Every September,
Her blue eyes they lose a little of their light.
I see the white roses,
They’re right there on the table right on time.
Just before fall comes around,
I hear the sound, of
Two people talking,
Without any words,
Holding each other,
Even though it hurts,
What holds this home together,
I don’t know,
But I suppose it’s the love behind
The white roses.
He’s the rock that,
Keeps her on solid ground
But this kind of heartache could’ve taken anyone down.
But when fall comes around,
I hear the sound
Of two people talking,
Without any words,
Holding each other,
Even though it hurts,
What holds this home together,
I don’t know,
But I suppose it’s the love behind
The white roses.
I can’t imagine how they could make it through so young,
I lost a brother but they lost their firstborn son.
What holds this home together,
Now I know it’s the love behind
The white roses.