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.