Yesterday's Roses
Marty Robbins Lyrics


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Roses, pressed in a bible
Bring wonderful memories of you
Roses, withered and faded
The same as the love we once knew
Yesterday's roses covered with teardrops
Yesterday's teardrops sparkle like dew
I'll always treasure yesterday's roses
Tellin' a story that never came true
Sometimes when I'm alone, dear
My poor heart is breaking inside
True love we might have known, dear
But just like the roses, it died
Yesterday's roses covered with teardrops
Yesterday's teardrops sparkle like dew




I'll always treasure yesterday's roses
Tellin' a story that never came true

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Marty Robbins's song "Yesterday's Roses" reflects on the bittersweet memories of a past love. The imagery of "roses, pressed in a bible" symbolizes the preservation of cherished memories. The roses, although "withered and faded," represent the love that has also faded over time. The singer compares the tears that have fallen on the roses to the tears shed over lost love, emphasizing the sadness and nostalgia associated with these past memories.


The phrase "yesterday's roses covered with teardrops" suggests that the memories of the failed relationship are still fresh and vivid. The tears on the roses "sparkle like dew," implying that there is still some beauty and allure in reminiscing about the past. The singer admits that they will always treasure these memories, even though they acknowledge that they were "a story that never came true."


The song expresses the longing for a love that could have been, but ultimately faded away. The lyrics convey a sense of heartbreak and the pain of missed opportunities. It is a bittersweet reflection on a past relationship that continues to hold significance and evoke strong emotions.


Line by Line Meaning

Roses, pressed in a bible
Preserved flowers in a holy book


Bring wonderful memories of you
Summon delightful recollections of your presence


Roses, withered and faded
Flowers that have wilted and lost their vibrant color


The same as the love we once knew
Comparable to the affection we once shared


Yesterday's roses covered with teardrops
Previous day's blossoms adorned with droplets of sorrow


Yesterday's teardrops sparkle like dew
Tears shed in the past glisten like morning dew


I'll always treasure yesterday's roses
I will forever value the faded flowers of yesteryear


Tellin' a story that never came true
Narrating a tale that remained unfulfilled


Sometimes when I'm alone, dear
Occasionally in solitude, my beloved


My poor heart is breaking inside
My grief-stricken heart is shattering internally


True love we might have known, dear
Authentic affection that could have been ours, my beloved


But just like the roses, it died
Yet like the flowers, it perished


Yesterday's roses covered with teardrops
Previous day's blossoms adorned with droplets of sorrow


Yesterday's teardrops sparkle like dew
Tears shed in the past glisten like morning dew


I'll always treasure yesterday's roses
I will forever value the faded flowers of yesteryear


Tellin' a story that never came true
Narrating a tale that remained unfulfilled




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: FRED ROSE, GENE AUTRY

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Shirley Lawlor

I can listen to Marty for hours ,,,, just wonderful

Anthony Seiler

I have Martys' singing and music since I was just a young boy and now
I am 74 yrs old still think he is the best.

Anthony Seiler

What a Great song, sung by the greatest traditional country singer!!!!!

Zane Starr

The problem is that when you hear this man sing anything, you do not want to hear anyone else. Now that called talent in my book, few are they that have it but Mr Robbins did, by the the wagon load.

Sandi Davis

I have been listening to Marty for the last few months, I have others, but somehow Marty is all I listen to

Ingrid Maier

Marty could have sang the phone book, I would have listened and loved it. This man was just a genius.

Christopher Pierce

One of my favourite memories is being with Marty in Roy Acuff's dressing room at the GOO. Mr Acuff's wife had died a week or two before and Marty at Acuff's suggestion, took Bashful Bro. Oswald's dobro and accompanied himself singing Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain. The tears were rolling down Acuff's cheeks as Marty sang...then the hallway, normally a dull roar, went utterly silent. It went so suddenly quiet that Marty momentarily stopped and asked, "I wonder what's going on?" I said...probably someone here that isn't normally. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door and in walked George Jones. He'd just left the Betty Ford Clinic that afternoon and was already inebriated.

Primrose Haran

Fantastic love this song from the brilliant marty just love him thanks for this he is simply the greatest singer ever

noel cleghorn

love the song and the voice this song puts me to bed every night

Shirley Lawlor

Just wonderful to be able to listen too all these old records ,, not like the music that's played now

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