There's a red, red rose.
Where your grave once stood.
I stand in the freezing cold air.
Not believing that you're gone! Gone!
There's was a place we once stood.
Over the town we called home.
We sat in the warm air.
Believing that we were there! There!
Now that's impossible!
I take my tears and go home.
And feel the freezing cold air.
Which you used to protect me from.
There's a red, red rose.
Where your grave now stands.
I stand in the freezing cold air.
Not believing that you're gone.
Wanting you to embrace me,
I hug the wind around me.
Still not believing that you're gone! Gone!