Deborah Conway - White roses

^DYou weren't the first to s^Gend me red^A roses And ^Dyou weren't the first to^G give me^A away ^F#I'm not the only one to^Bm have my fingers burnt But ^Ethat was a one-way conversation and ^Ayou got the final word

^GForget-me-n^Aots forgotten ^GWhite ^Aroses ^GRegrets and p^Aromises ^Dcollide ^GI'm still ^Aflying the f^Glag for^A you ^GBlue heart red ^Aeyes and white ^Droses

It's ^Dtrue Lovers swap red ^Groses but ^Awhite ones from^D you Spell the end of ^Geverything^A fine ^F#Yellow roses are for ^Bmjealously but you ^EDon't send me them You send the ^Aones that say we're through

^GForget me n^Aots forgotten ^GWhite r^Aoses ^GRegrets and ^Apromises ^Dcollide ^GI'm still f^Alying the ^Gflag for y^Aou ^GBlue heart red e^Ayes and white ^Droses

^DYou weren't to know that ^Gsomething was ^Amaking me ^Dblue Keeping all the s^Gunshine ^Aaway ^F#You said forever and I ^Bmtook you at your word ^EWhite roses make a lie of ^Aeverything I've heard

^GForget me ^Anots forgotten ^GWhite ^Aroses ^GRegrets and ^Apromises ^Dcollide ^GI'm still ^Aflying the ^Gflag for^A you ^GBlue heart ^Ared eyes and white ^Droses ^GI'm still ^Aflying the ^Gflag for ^Ayou ^GBlue heart red ^Aeyes and white r^Doses