Autumn In The Rose Garden - Seven

Little girl gives me the eye

I breathe a sigh

And change the course

Tears from the martyred sky

Along the path

Where grows a rose

Never settled my own score

All the thorns reach to the core

Girl in green averts her eyes

She breaths a sigh

Changes course

Tears from the martyred sky

Along the path

Where grows a rose

Never settled my own score

All the thorns reach to the core

Hands are torn

Like rags from a doll

And lips mourn

On coming winter’s call

Endless path

There grows a rain-kissed rose

For each time

That my love was lost

Never settled my own score

All the thorns reach to the core