Planting it young beneath my feet
then watched it grow the flower red
It was joined by its sister in the small rose bed
on and on the bed grew fast
with many colours that were set to last
but you see the crash then petrol burn
upon my field of roses grown
I pulled you from the burning wreck
then cursed the lord
you had broke your neck
Our true love just could not last
One red rose left, I placed in a vase
On your coffin lid made from glass.
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