Last night I dreamt that I held you in my arms,
And we danced by the light of the moon.
And your hair smelled of roses and your body was warm,
And the band played our favourite tune.
But then when I awoke,
It seemed that everything broke.
As I remembered the day,
That the whole world had turned grey
So I’ll visit your grave with dead roses and wine
Roses and wine
Dead roses and wine
And we’ll dance once again where the moon blossoms shine
And I’ll water the weeds with my tears,
With my tears,
I’ll water the weeds with my tears.
Now the house is so empty the beds always cold
And your coat gathers dust on the stand
And your journal still sits on the desk where you let it
All writ in your spidery hand
And the last thing you wrote said the garden was dying
And you’d cut back the vines but you never had time
So I’ll visit your grave with dead roses and wine
Roses and wine
Dead roses and wine
And we’ll dance once again where the moon blossoms shine
And I’ll water the weeds with my tears,
With my tears,
I’ll water the weeds with my tears.
The books that you read are still there on the shelf,
And the films you watched over and over again
And your black and white shoes
And you old battered hat
And your favourite rose blossom scent
They say silence is golden,
But it’s also a curse
When it cuts through the room like a knife
And though absence was never a friend
Now it’s driving me mad with its sadness and grief
And though your spirit remains
It seems everything’s changed
And even the rain cannot wash it away
So I’ll visit your grave with dead roses and wine
Roses and wine
Dead roses and wine
And we’ll dance once again for the very last time,
And I’ll water the weeds with my tears,
With my tears,
I’ll water the weeds with my tears.
