Lyrics

When you were 21, I was young,
with my feet dangling over a chair
and when the Berlin wall toppled,
you were a model, in magazines like Vanity Fair
but I bet you can still, love
If you remember

That roses still bloom,
in November
Roses still bloom
in November,

I can't forget her.

When I was 21, you were married,
to a man you didn't quite love,
and you cried.
And the fire inside you cooled to an ember,
but roses still bloom
in November.
Roses still bloom, in November.

I can't forget her.

I love, you love
I love you, love
I love you love
I love you love

Roses still bloom, in November