Where'd you go last night?
with a rose in your hand
You were quite a sight,
in the road, I understand.
Did you go see,
someone I know?
Is she pretty?
Do you think so?
You didn't see
who watched your wake,
You've no idea
Do you? What you'll say...
Say you'll be mine.
Tell me one more lie.
One last time,
before you say goodbye
The night wind weeps,
a high barren sound.
My love sleeps,
beneath the bitter ground.
And on his breast
his cold hands hold,
in lonesome rest,
his sweet rose.
