Say it with a heavy heart;
a petal fell to the ground.

Her smile was broad,
her eyes stared wide,
her heart was quick and clean.

I could not wait.
I turned to flee,
and left a rose to die.

The wise ones wait,
but fools make haste
and follow the unlucky
to ruin.

I went out with
the wrong overcoat
and came back in
half-naked. Alone.

A cold wind blew
and I recovered
my sanity and
a wick of flame.

Where is the rose?
Where does it lie?
A cold wind blows outside.

The night is fell,
and mean as well.
'T is lonely outside
the drugstore.

The shelves are vacant,
so is my heart,
but my mind is fixed
on you.

For in that rose,
therein you lie
on a not forgotten road.

Where is that rose?
Where does it lie?
The chill has come inside.