Black Roses

White dress blows in the wind
And the dust whips up all of those memories of you once again
Oh darling, once again
A silence, a hush so complete
Just the bell of the church ringing out in the street
All for you, oh darling, is it you?
'Cause all the black roses speak of you
'Cause all the black roses speak of you
When a whisper still floats around
All the heads are hung low and my friends are nowhere to be found
Oh darling, is it you?
To be young, to be just at the start
When all that you know is a longing to lay down your heart
Oh darling, it was you
'Cause all the black roses speak of you
All the black roses speak of you
'Cause all the black roses speak of you
All the black roses speak of you
Speak of you
Speak of you