Rose, can I come down for a drink?   It's happened again   I've got a story I'm sure will end poorly   I'll begin at the end      Rose, you must know   I couldn't find the words   That it takes to say "stay"   Now she's gone away      Rose, can I come down to your garden?   I can only wilt flowers   Bring me your shovel   There's a heart to be buried   And a body as well      Your letters are tied with a strand of your hair   In a breast pocket safe, they keep talking      Now I wake up alone   With my eyes to the floor   And I see you at my night   Well and weeping once more      Rose, can I come down to your rose bed?   To lay in your thorns   Know I meant it, so must be buried   I will not be mourned      Rose, you must know   I felt more than I said   Now I've got all the words   And no one      Now the hole has been dug   And I'm down on my knees   Rain make us mud   Spring with bloomer's one