Where'd you go last night? With a rose in your hand You were quite a sight, In the road, I understand. Did you go see, Someone I know? Is she pretty? Do you think so? You didn't see Who watched your wake, You've no idea Do you? What you'll say... Say you'll be mine. Tell me one more lie. One last time, Before you say goodbye The night wind weeps, A high barren sound. My love sleeps, Beneath the bitter ground. And on his breast His cold hands hold, In lonesome rest, His sweet rose.