Men Only Get Flowers at the Grave.mp3

Men Only Get Flowers at the Grave

[Verse 1]
On a dusty road where the willows weep,
There lies a man, in silence, buried deep.
In his faded jeans and a weathered hat,
Memories of laughter, where’d it all go flat?
Workers and dreamers, they come and they go,
But where's the love, when the river runs slow?
Only the roses whisper tales he's missed,
Men only get flowers, when they’re gone from this.

[Chorus]
Oh, the heartache runs deep, like an old country song,
In this big ol’ world, where we feel we belong.
Give roses to the living, let them see the light,
Men only get flowers, at the grave in the night.

[Verse 2]
As the sun sets low, casting shadows tall,
He worked all his life, gave so much to us all.
But when his heart beat slower, when breath ran thin,
The love that he carried, too late, it had been.
We gather ‘round boxes, tears in our eyes,
But where were the flowers, when he could still rise?
With every goodbye, we cherish what’s left,
But it dims, like a sunset, when he takes his last breath.

[Chorus]
Oh, the heartache runs deep, like an old country song,
In this big ol’ world, where we feel we belong.
Give roses to the living, let them see the light,
Men only get flowers, at the grave in the night.

[Bridge]
So let’s change the story, let flowers bloom bright,
In gardens of love, keep the spirits in sight.
A man’s work is noble, let’s tell him it's true,
Bring joy while he’s here; yes, let’s start anew.
For the ones who love heavy, their road can wear thin,
Let’s lift them up high, with the sweetest of kin.

[Verse 3]
One day I’ll look back, where the lilies lay,
And hope that in life, we found words to say.
For the men who’ve fought battles, both silent and loud,
Let’s give them our flowers while they’re here in the crowd.
So raise up your voices, let the laughter weave,
For men deserve flowers, don’t wait ‘til they leave.

[Chorus]
Oh, the heartache runs deep, like an old country song,
In this big ol’ world, where we feel we belong.
Give roses to the living, let them see the light,
Men only get flowers, at the grave in the night.

[Outro]
So here’s to the men, who’ve loved and who’ve lost,
Let’s plant wildflowers now, no matter the cost.
With every sweet moment, let our hearts deeply pave,
‘Cause men only get flowers, at the grave—and that’s grave.