My sorrow withers like the scarlet rose

That proudly stood as queen of summers’ field

When the day should fold and finally close

The flower to the night must graceful yield    

My sorrow calls me by name in a dream

Of you upon the wild green mountain lee

In your embrace tears are a flooding stream

Dark secrets of my heart must come to be

My sorrow is the word I dare not speak

But for the agony that dwells in you

As human I am strong yet I am weak

I want to weep the tears we never knew

My sorrow grips my heart not just for me

But so the suff’ring one may be released

And every tear upon your face I see

That flow from memories that are deceased

My sorrow; there are tomb-stones in my heart

Take the flowers you gathered; plant them there

In songs of joy and sorrow play our part

And in the summer day meet me with care

Solo

My sorrow withers like the scarlet rose

That proudly stood as queen of summers’ field

When the day should fold and finally close

The flower to the night must graceful yield

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Copyright Jeffrey Merk 2011