Sweet roses cover my lonesome grave. I know you put them there. Talk to me because I listen to you. I watch over you day and night. You are worried that I didn't love you. Just look to the stars.
and you'll see my face, perhaps a smile found in the moonlight. There to comfort the sorrows I've bestowed upon you. But don't for one day ever think I didn't love you. Just listen to the wind and you'll hear me. Grab your coat tightly and you'll feel my warmth, always there to remind you. I really did love you, and still do for eternity.
