Sweet Rose

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 way
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