The Rose - Peter Murphy

The sweet notes

Of the memory calling you

Made his excuses first

His pleading notes

His lover’s thirst

And through the crowd and silence spread as he Descanted on love’s scope and mystery

But not at you she has faded in a day

Throughout the darkest night

My song resounds

When love speaks in my soul

My voice replies

The plaintive wailing

My love is for the rose

I bow to her, I bow to her

The rose has faded, had faded

The rose, the rose has faded

Faded