White dress blows in the wind And the dust whips up all of those memories of you once again Oh darling, once again
A silence, a hush so complete Just the bell of the church ringing out in the street All for you, oh darling, is it you?
'Cause all the black roses speak of you 'Cause all the black roses speak of you
When a whisper still floats around All the heads are hung low and my friends are nowhere to be found Oh darling, is it you?
To be young, to be just at the start When all that you know is a longing to lay down your heart Oh darling, it was you
'Cause all the black roses speak of you All the black roses speak of you 'Cause all the black roses speak of you All the black roses speak of you Speak of you Speak of you