A pretty little girl
Sitting in a tree
A garden of black roses
Surrounding the leaves
Little girl whispering
Come play with me
Rocking back in forth
Dress made of silk
Stockings are torn
Laughter escapes
The red lips
Lonely tears hide away
A doll in her hands
She grips so tight
In her tree she can fly
Away to a dark night
Where she’ll play with the stars
And whisper her calls
That settle in the breeze
Please oh please
Come play with me
