The Rose

I picked a rose of the reddest kind And I watered it with tears It really was the sweetest find I think it's been about a year Less than a week in a shadow started leaking Out of this world, she fell the deepest fall Now you got her picture hanging on a fixture More than a girl smiling from the wall More than a girl smiling from the wall She is never coming back Now the rose is wearing black A flower in a bitter tint A rose that smells like peppermint Would have wanted her to stay But now she's on her way Just beyond the next hill And her voice is in your head still Less than a week in a shadow started leaking And out of this world she fell, quiet like the leaves in fall Now you got her picture hanging on a fixture More than a girl smiling from the wall More than a girl smiling from the wall She is never coming back Now the rose is wearing black A flower in a bitter tint A rose that smells A rose that smells Like peppermint A rose that smells Like peppermint A rose that smells Like