Little Black Roses

Little black roses, budding new

I step lightly, I step true

Rain falls on timid knees,

The roses call to me

Little black roses, blooming full

I stand ready at the hull

Waiting watching, oh so ready

But the roses call to me

Little black roses, twisted round

Petals fallen on the ground

The whisper whisper at my feet

I hear the roses call to me

Little black roses, sinking low

The ship, the ship, let it slow

And I will stoop to the ground

To pick the roses, to hear their sound