Lyrics

When the red rose Bursts its blooming bud And pouring out its thorny golden blood I'll be trueblue Whenthe cold andbrittle late October sky Crystallizes, snaps andcracks then shatters over you And the heat on Henry Street Meltsthetarbeneath your feet Thatbubbles up andthen gets stuck to you And the trees hang heavy with their fruit and rain That hovers threateningly over you Then I'll be truly true blue