He hands her a red rose
she promises to keep it till she grows old
his lips touch hers
she walks home alone
as she holds the rose tight to her chest
and lets it rest agenst her heart
they grow old
she still holds his rose
the next morning she doesent wake
he only lies by his bed and crys
the casket is open
he kisses her cold lips
and says until you grow old
he puts the dry brown rose between her hands
and says you promised
