Red Rose

Red rose, where it comes
Where it goes I know
Red rose, come on down to play
And the red rose, come on down to play
God knows, how we try but
Nothing grows inside
One kick — oh, what I’d give to feel
Even one kick… but I’m dry as a stick
Red Rose, when I shed
My little eggs in red
Is it my fault? Is there nothing I can do?
When the red rose… come on down to play