As the winter dragged on,

Revolution and song,

And love was all that you craved.

The flames grew higher,

You swapped love with desire,

And spent all the money you saved.

In the sweet ever after,

You flirt with disaster,

And everything you want to be.

So don’t cry when I’m gone,

Just remember this song,

And you send red roses for me,

My girl,

You send red roses for me.

Like a bird on the wing,

In the first call of spring,

You took flight, no intent to return.

Love knocked you off track,

You had to turn back,

And you still had a lesson to learn.

You got caught in the spell of a candle flame,

And a ship that was far out to sea,

You listened too long, to the Gypsy girl’s song,

And you send red roses to me,

My girl,

You send red roses to me.

You went tipping the velvet,

With a curious friend,

And dancing with Lilly Marlene,

You were tied to the mast,

Of a dubious past,

And never knew quite who to blame.

In the summer you got high,

On laughter and wine,

And came down on sweet weed and tea.

You dreamt you got laid,

On a crimson stage,

And you send red roses to me,

My girl,

You send red roses to me.

Now she sits all alone,

In a place she calls home,

And a compass wheel spins at her side,

In a calico dress, that was made to impress,

And a smile that she tries hard to hide.

You can still recall,

That night in the fall,

You still hear her name in the breeze.

And remember this song,

Though I’m ten years gone,

And you’ll still send red roses to me,

My girl,

You’ll still send red roses to me.

2009.