Had It Only Been Roses



Over the valley

hung clouds of lead.

that dribbled rain

to wet my head.

Had only the rain

been roses instead.



by George Eliot

You love the roses – so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!


  "A single rose can be my garden…a single friend, my world"

Leo Buscaglia


  "A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring."

William Carlos Williams



Alla Pugacheva was born Alla Borisovna Pugacheva on April 15, 1949, in Moscow, Russia. She has been the leader in record sales in the USSR and in Russia, having sold over 100 million albums and singles during her career.

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Million Roses

Alla Pugacheva

There once lived a painter,
He had a house and his paintings.
He was in love with an actress,
And that actress loved flowers.
Then he sold his house,
Sold his paintings too
And with that money he bought
A whole sea of flowers.
Million, million,
Million of red roses
From your window, from your window
From your window you can see
Who’s in love, who’s in love
Who’s crazy in love with you
My whole life for you
I will turn into flowers
In the morning you’ll wake up at your window
Maybe, you’ve lost your mind
As if still in a dream
Your whole yard is filled with flowers
Suddenly your heart is turning cold
Who’s the rich baron doing this?
Instead under the window, barely breathing
The poor painter is standing
Million, million,
Million of red roses
From your window, from your window
From your window you can see
Who’s in love, who’s in love
Who’s crazy in love with you
My whole life for you
I will turn into flowers
The meeting was short
By night she left on a train
But in her life she always remembered
Song of the beautiful of roses
The painter lived out his life alone
Many pains he lived through
But in his life he always had
A whole sea of beautiful roses
Million, million,
Million of red roses
From your window, from your window
From your window you can see
Who’s in love, who’s in love
Who’s crazy in love with you
My whole life for you
I will turn into flowers


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12 Responses to Had It Only Been Roses

  1. Mei's says:

    Beautiful! Patricia, I love rose, and the song is lovely too, thanks for sharing. Have a lovely day! Mei
    PS: Thank you for your kind comments and visit. Your words always kind to me.

  2. Leona says:

    This is beautiful Patricia. Thanks for sharing. Imagine, raining roses. That would be so nice. I would probably wish for rose rain quite frequently. Then I could catch it by the buckets full, bring it inside and sprinkle it all over my house.ummmmm….smells wonderful.  lol

  3. Lizzie-Beth4Him says:

    Well, my husband heard the song playing, (He\’s in the study and I"m in the living room), and  when it finished he called to me, "That\’s pretty good!", so I had to explain about the roses.  It tickled me he liked it even without knowing the words.
    Very lovely thought…to receive a million roses…to be loved liked that…but I was sad for the poor painter…that the love wasn\’t requited.

  4. J W says:

    Wife Patty and I spend a lot of time looking at your space yesterday.  It is amazing Patricia!  All this time I thought I loved history and reading, but you have me beat hands down.  And the flowers around your home…simply country and perfectly beautiful.  Just wondering, can I come walk barefoot in your yard?…grin.  Seriously, I took a deep, long walk down memory lane thanks to you.  Keep the welcome mat out please!!  You made this country man feel right at home.

  5. JoAnn says:

    A rose is a rose is a rose.  Beautiful song. Thanks for sharing.

  6. Lynne says:

    One of my earliest childhood memories is of a beautiful yellow-and-peach Peace rose that my mother had planted. My own deep pink rosebush blooms from late April to November……….sometimes into December,if the weather is mild. The sweet fragrance and delicacy of roses can always make me smile. Thanks for sharing your roses with us this morning.

  7. Susan says:

    Roses are beautiful.  And we use them to memorialize so many different things it seems.  I just finished perusing some of your photo albums.  You\’re making me want to go on my next trek!

  8. Patsy says:

    So beautiful and thanks for sharing. This is such a warm and inviteing place, thanks for your friendship. Hugs, Pat

  9. Beth says:

    Beautiful post Pat as always.  I love roses although I have no luck growing them.  The song is lovely.

  10. Anne says:

    HI Patricia,
    As usual your space is so interesting and quite lovely.   You are such an inspiration. Thankyou so much. xx
    Yes I am 5 hours ahead of you here in Cornwall England.   Just off to look after G\’ma\’s little Angels, while Mummy goes out for a while, no doubt I will help by getting them bathed and ready for bed, thanks to G\’dads help.    Such a chore…..lol.
    Have a lovely day and keep blogging…..we love it.     Annexx

  11. Katee says:

    Thanks for the poetry and the flowers. Hugs.Katee

  12. Shimona from the Palace says:

    A shower of roses, instead of rain – that is certainly a beautiful image.
    On the other hand, without the rain, there would be no roses 😉 How does that song go? – "Though April showers, May come your way, They bring the flowers, That bloom in May. So when it\’s raining, Have no regrets, It isn\’t raining rain, you know, It\’s raining violets."
    OK, so for April, read August and for violets, read roses.
    Have you ever heard the story of the Moorish prince of Granada who married a blonde Scandinavian princess and showered gifts upon her, but she remained sad and homesick for the snows of her native land. So the prince consulted all his wise men and they came up with a solution. The prince planted almond trees all round the garden beneath his wife\’s window and one morning, she woke up to find the ground covered with fragrant white almond blossoms, so that it looked just like a carpet of snow. She was so moved by this evidence of her husband\’s love for her, that she ceased to pine for the snows of Norway…

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