I love Ry Cooder’s version this country weepie, from the 1976 album Chicken Skin Music. I probably shouldn’t but I do. I love the way Ry treats it as a great song and delivers such a sympathetic arrangement.
I know nothing of the language of flowers but a quick whizz round the Internet tells me that yellow roses were, in Victorian times, a symbol of “a decrease of love, infidelity, unfaithfulness and jealousy”. Nowadays, possibly to ensure strong sales at the florist’s counter, they are considered a “universal symbol of friendship”.
I’m off now to scan my record collection for songs with rouge, morado or laranja in the title to stop this series of post becoming too Anglocentric.