Our love is a beautiful thing in a strange way Like a graveyard covered in wild flowers And songbirds that sing in that late hour Slip into the night and let yourself feel All of your dreams can be real... so real...
Chorus: Now beauty's in the eyes of the beholder Never growing up, just older Winter's getting warmer not colder I'm feeling the weight upon my shoulders Running down the Harbor Drive two lovers in a play Making love on the dock beside the waterway. Rose Hill, Rose Hill
Rose Hill is a beautiful thing in a strange way like a song that you sing for those that have gone Spirits are dancing in the catacombs Slip into the night and let your body feel All of your dreams can be real... so real...