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