Black Roses

White dress blows in the wind
 And the dust whips up all of those memories of you once again
 Oh darling, once again
 A silence, a hush so complete
 Just the bell of the church ringing out in the street
 All for you, oh darling, is it you?
 'Cause all the black roses speak of you
 'Cause all the black roses speak of you
 When a whisper still floats around
 All the heads are hung low and my friends are nowhere to be found
 Oh darling, is it you?
 To be young, to be just at the start
 When all that you know is a longing to lay down your heart
 Oh darling, it was you
 'Cause all the black roses speak of you
 All the black roses speak of you
 'Cause all the black roses speak of you
 All the black roses speak of you
 Speak of you
 Speak of you