Heading north, San Francisco Wild horses in my head See ya looking out the window Will she bring roses when I´m dead Will she bring roses
When I´m dead Will she bring roses When I´m dead Do I love her for her beauty Do I love her for she makes me smile Do I love her cos it´s my duty I... I guess we´ll never really know Will she bring roses When I´m dead Will she bring roses When I´m dead