I don't know_ why I keep_ on be-liev-in'___ you need me,
when you've proved so__ man-y times_ that it ain't true.
And I can't find_ one good rea-son for stay-in', 
may-be___ my_ leav - in'_ could be the best for you.

But these Rose   co - lored  glass - es_____
that I'm_____ look - in' ___ through,_____
show____ on -    ly   the beau - ty,______
'cause they hide____ all____ the truth. 

And they let_ me  hold on_to the good times,___
the good lines, the ones  I used to hear__ when I held you.
And they keep_ me from feel-in' so cheat-ed, 
de - feat-ed,__ when_ re-flec-tions in your eyes show me a fool.

But these Rose   co - lored  glass - es_____
that I'm_____ look - in' ___ through,_____
show____ on -    ly   the beau - ty,______
'cause they hide____ all____ the truth. 

So I'll just keep on hopin', believin' that maybe
by countin' the many times I've tried,
You'll believe me when I say I love you,
And I'll lay these ROSE COLORED GLASSES aside.

Circa 1976
Words & Music by John W. Conlee and George F. Baber