Lyrics

I have heard of all those sad, sad songs When he and she are parted And she dies for the love of him And he dies brokenhearted He lies in St. Mary's Kirk And she lies in the choir And out of her grave grows a rose And out of his, a briar So, at last, their souls entwine And now, as one, are climbing Ten out of ten for true, true love Naught out of ten, the timing I don't want that kind of love That grows so high on sorrow I want you today, my love And I want you tomorrow Here and now let's drink thе wine of life While lifе is ours Here and now my love entwines Not just for the flowers And when time ticks all away And death snuffs out this fire Maybe then I'll be a rose And you, my love, a briar