I heard his time was short so I went to see my old friend   When I walked through the door    He said, sure good to see you again   Sit down here by me, the Doc says, my future ain't bright   But even if I don't beat it, there's a part of my past that won't die      He points to a picture and smiles from his easy chair   As he relives the moment, says, girl, that was heaven right there   You can see his heart's broken as a lonesome tear drop to the floor   And along with the silence that filled, came a knock at the door      A bouquet wrapped up in ribbons and bows   Too little, too late, I suppose   But he clings to the last ray of hope    And a dozen white roses      They were meant for each other, that was clear right from the start   What a shame too much pride and a jealous heart kept them apart    No card and some flowers it's quite enough to make amends   For fifty years living a life of what should have been      A bouquet wrapped up in ribbons and bows   Too little, too late, I suppose   But he clings to the last ray of hope    And a dozen white roses      A bouquet wrapped up in ribbons and bows   Too little, too late, I suppose   But he clings to the last ray of hope    And a dozen white roses