darkfaze2003
03-03-2004, 09:30 PM
Cemetery Rose
On the plains of south Texas, in grey raining cold
In a lonesome old graveyard blooms one single rose
It’s a rose garnet red, that she planted in grief
And it blooms just one day, has not one single leaf
It’s a cemetery rose, blooming in the cold
It’s a cemetery rose, watching her grow old.
It’s a cemetery rose, planted at his feet
It’s a cemetery rose, watered when she weeps
Its branches are brown and its steel thorns they are grey
And she planted that rose on her own wedding day
At the altar they told her, your lover is dead
Now fifty years later she still has not wed.
It’s a cemetery rose blooming in the cold
It’s a cemetery rose, watching her grow old.
It’s a cemetery rose, planted at his feet
It’s a cemetery rose, watered when she weeps
She holds fast to a branch, to hold his hand in hers
And for one tragic moment, the two worlds they merge
As the pain of the thorns that are piercing her flesh
Weds the pain of the sorrow she feels in her chest.
It’s a cemetery Rose blooming in the cold
It’s a cemetery rose, watching her grow old.
It’s a cemetery rose, planted at his feet
It’s a cemetery rose, watered when she weeps
On the plains of south Texas, in grey raining cold
In a lonesome old graveyard blooms one single rose
It’s a rose garnet red, that she planted in grief
And it blooms just one day, has not one single leaf
It’s a cemetery rose, blooming in the cold
It’s a cemetery rose, watching her grow old.
It’s a cemetery rose, planted at his feet
It’s a cemetery rose, watered when she weeps
Its branches are brown and its steel thorns they are grey
And she planted that rose on her own wedding day
At the altar they told her, your lover is dead
Now fifty years later she still has not wed.
It’s a cemetery rose blooming in the cold
It’s a cemetery rose, watching her grow old.
It’s a cemetery rose, planted at his feet
It’s a cemetery rose, watered when she weeps
She holds fast to a branch, to hold his hand in hers
And for one tragic moment, the two worlds they merge
As the pain of the thorns that are piercing her flesh
Weds the pain of the sorrow she feels in her chest.
It’s a cemetery Rose blooming in the cold
It’s a cemetery rose, watching her grow old.
It’s a cemetery rose, planted at his feet
It’s a cemetery rose, watered when she weeps