I've heard of all those sad, sad songs
Where he and she are parted
And she dies for the love of him
And he dies broken-hearted
He lies in St. Mary's kirk
And she lies in the choir
And out of her grave grows a rose
And out of his a briar
So at last their souls entwine
And now as one are climbing
Ten out of ten for true, true love
Nought out of ten for timing
I don't want that kind of love
That grows so high on sorrow
I want you today, my love
And I want you tomorrow
Here and now let's drink the wine
Of life while life is ours
Here and now my love entwine
It's not just for the flowers
And when time takes all away
And death snuffs out this fire
Maybe then I'll be a rose
And you, my love, a briar
