Black Rose

I walked alone in an empty garden

despair and anguish I did not feel

my love I've lost and did not pardon

my black heart I cannot reveal.

The hole in the garden is wide and deep

my love I covered up that night

I did not have the heart to weep 

nor was I filled with fright.

I wandered through this place of mourn

and came upon a rose as black as sky

It's stem was long and full of thorns

It had long already died.

I walked over to the covered hole

and put down the rose of death'

there I would keep it forever more

for my beautiful, beautiful, Beth.