Last night I dreamt that I held you in my arms, And we danced by the light of the moon. And your hair smelled of roses and your body was warm, And the band played our favourite tune. But then when I awoke, It seemed that everything broke. As I remembered the day, That the whole world had turned grey
So I’ll visit your grave with dead roses and wine Roses and wine Dead roses and wine And we’ll dance once again where the moon blossoms shine And I’ll water the weeds with my tears, With my tears, I’ll water the weeds with my tears.
Now the house is so empty the beds always cold And your coat gathers dust on the stand And your journal still sits on the desk where you let it All writ in your spidery hand And the last thing you wrote said the garden was dying And you’d cut back the vines but you never had time
So I’ll visit your grave with dead roses and wine Roses and wine Dead roses and wine And we’ll dance once again where the moon blossoms shine And I’ll water the weeds with my tears, With my tears, I’ll water the weeds with my tears.
The books that you read are still there on the shelf, And the films you watched over and over again And your black and white shoes And you old battered hat And your favourite rose blossom scent
They say silence is golden, But it’s also a curse When it cuts through the room like a knife And though absence was never a friend Now it’s driving me mad with its sadness and grief
And though your spirit remains It seems everything’s changed And even the rain cannot wash it away
So I’ll visit your grave with dead roses and wine Roses and wine Dead roses and wine And we’ll dance once again for the very last time, And I’ll water the weeds with my tears, With my tears, I’ll water the weeds with my tears.