BLOOD-RED ROSES

talk to me, child of islands
with your gull's wide-open stare
and the colder wind that ruffles up your hair
talk to me

I was free, free and aimless
I was floating like a cloud
like a message tossed in the ebb-tide of the crowd
lost at sea, that was me

and you gave me the blood-red roses
that grow where the lonely meet
and I carried the dying roses
that smelt so sweet
so sharp and sweet

I was wild, you were wilder
you were free to leave this land
but it clung to you like a gold ring to your hand
divide the sky, you and I

and you gave me the blood-red roses
that grow where the lonely meet
and I carried the dying roses
that smelt so sweet
so sharp and sweet