1880 or So
BILLY FICCA, FRED SMITH, RICHARD LLOYD, TOM VERLAINE
Oh, rose of my heart, can't you see?
I don't belong to misery
Though she speaks fine with subtle art
Such misery clothes the rose of my heart
Now what I see in the long twilight
A star falls down on a hill so white
On a hill so white
A face that glows in a golden hue
No one in this world knows what they do
I take my oath and I make my vow
For the tender things are upon me now
In the fragrance sweet of the evening air
I could leave this world
Quite without a care
Oh, rose of my heart, the vision dims
The time is brief, now the shadow swims
A bow for you, a real fine hat
'Cause that's for you and that's where it's at
Now what I see in the long twilight
A star falls down on a hill so white
Oh, rose of my heart
Oh, rose of my heart
Oh, rose of my heart