He still sends her roses on the 4th of July   They're always white roses and she never asks why   She still doesn't know where he goes Thursday nights   But his wedding band rests on their bedside that night      He was a soldier in the Vietnam War   He lost half his right leg whilst daydreaming of her   She lit a candle each holy hour he was gone   'You Were On My Mind' was their favorite song      Love is a mystery from birth till we die   It's cross words of a morning by evening entwined   It's all that we dream of, sometimes it's not right   Love is white roses, and you never ask why      He's the hands of a draftsman, he's built a good life   She works for a season during IRS time   Two children they've had though their boy has now died   When they wake of each morning, he's still on their minds      Their friends would all tell you, they're like day and night   Their daughter's an actress, she's strong and she's bright   He meets with his pals from the war Thursday nights   She still treasures those roses every 4th of July      Love is a mystery from birth till we die   It's cross words of a morning by evening entwined   It's all that we dream of, sometimes it's not right   Love is white roses, and you never ask why      Love is white roses every 4th of July