paroles de chanson Maybe Then I'll Be a Rose - June Tabor
I′ve
heard
of
all
those
sad,
sad
songs
Where
he
and
she
are
parted
And
she
dies
for
the
love
of
him
And
he
dies
broken-hearted
He
lies
in
St.
Mary's
kirk
And
she
lies
in
the
choir
And
out
of
her
grave
grows
a
rose
And
out
of
his
a
briar
So
at
last
their
souls
entwine
And
now
as
one
are
climbing
Ten
out
of
ten
for
true,
true
love
Nought
out
of
ten
for
timing
I
don′t
want
that
kind
of
love
That
grows
so
high
on
sorrow
I
want
you
today,
my
love
And
I
want
you
tomorrow
Here
and
now
let's
drink
the
wine
Of
life
while
life
is
ours
Here
and
now
my
love
entwine
It's
not
just
for
the
flowers
And
when
time
takes
all
away
And
death
snuffs
out
this
fire
Maybe
then
I′ll
be
a
rose
And
you,
my
love,
a
briar
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