Red Rose
Red rose, changes to black-
It’s given in love, it’s given in peace,
It’s given to die and whither and cease.
Red rose, never comes back-
It’s given in lust, it’s given in haste,
It’s given in hopes that it won’t be a waste.
Red rose, changes it’s tack-
It’s no longer given, it’s no longer loved,
It’s no longer thought of as a symbol above.
It’s become a poisoned dove.
Red rose changes to black…
Red rose never comes back…
Red rose, changes to black-
It’s given in love, it’s given in peace,
It’s given to die and whither and cease.
Red rose, never comes back-
It’s given in lust, it’s given in haste,
It’s given in hopes that it won’t be a waste.
Red rose, changes it’s tack-
It’s no longer given, it’s no longer loved,
It’s no longer thought of as a symbol above.
It’s become a poisoned dove.
Red rose changes to black…
Red rose never comes back…