The Tale Of Black Rose

She is the black rose in the garden
Alone
Growing in a little corner
So far away from the others
Them pretty flowers
The grief has withered her heart
Days and nights she cries

Oh Black Rose!
Here is your fairy tale
If you [A7need help, my [A]darling, you’ve got [Fm7]yourself
Oh Black Rose!
Deprived of attention
Who will listen to [C7]the words that will never be [Am]spoken?

The glint in her eyes at the midnight
Fragile
But something inside seems so wild
That could be [Am]broken, her silence
Its falling down
Been hiding so long [Am]her emotions
All the ɾight things to [C7]talk out loud.

Oh Black Rose!
Here is your fairy tale
If you [A7need help, my [A]darling, you’ve got [Fm7]yourself
Oh Black Rose!
Deprived of attention
Who will listen to [C7]the words that will never be [Am]spoken?

There, a weed staying nearby
Sang to [C7]her a lullaby
To bury her craving under the stones.