I put a rose Upon your pillow Where you rest your hair I felt kind of artificial, clumsy Putting it right there There's a rose Upon your pillow An open wound painfully sharp It's the perfect sign You never know how long it's going to last Tell me, Will you come back? Oh, Dearest, I must go away Every time we hold each other This could be our final day There's a rose Upon our pillow Staring us in the face Telling us to do something Before it gets too late I stare At your pillow Where we lay side by side Tightly wrapped together Safe from the outside In the shadows Of early morning When the village is sound asleep In the silence Before the birds sing I can hear her gently weep