(Intro)
In a world of shifting seasons, where the colours rise and fall,
There’s a quiet kind of magic in the way you love at all.
Every moment blooms around you, every heartbeat finds its place—
And the garden learns your story by the softness of your grace.
(Verse 1)
Roses are many colours, but none of them match you.
You walk in like a sunrise, painting every shadow new.
There’s a hush inside the garden when your heartbeat finds its tune,
And the world leans in to listen, like it knows you’re something true.
(Pre‑Chorus)
Every shade is singing softly, every petal seems to glow,
And I swear the sky grows brighter everywhere you choose to go.
(Chorus)
Roses are many colours, but you’re the rarest hue.
A little gold, a little wildfire, a little midnight blue.
If love is made of stories, then this one feels brand new
Roses are many colours, but my favourite one is you.
(Verse 2)
You laugh and all the branches start to shimmer in the breeze,
Like the forest learned a secret that it’s whispering to me.
There’s a magic in your kindness, there’s a courage in your smile,
And I’d cross a thousand winters just to hold you for a while.
(Pre‑Chorus)
Every shade is singing softly, every petal seems to glow,
And the world becomes a promise everywhere you choose to go.
(Chorus)
Roses are many colours, but you’re the rarest hue.
A little gold, a little wildfire, a little midnight blue.
If love is made of stories, then this one feels brand new
Roses are many colours, but my favourite one is you.
(Verse 3)
When the nights grow long and quiet, and the stars feel far away,
You’re the lantern in the darkness, you’re the warmth that wants to stay.
Every dream you touch grows brighter, every fear you chase is through—
And the world feels less uncertain when I’m standing close to you.
(Bridge)
Maybe love is just a garden where two wandering hearts can grow,
Finding roots in shared beginnings, finding blooms in letting go.
And if every rose is different, then I’m grateful that it’s true—
Because every shade that ever blossomed led me closer into you.
(Final Chorus)
Roses are many colours, but you’re the rarest hue.
A little hope, a little wonder, a little something shining through.
If forever has a rhythm, then it sounds like me and you—
Roses are many colours…
But my favourite one is you.
