So Shall Our Love Die? - Strawbs, John Mealing

The rose buds are hard and firm;

Erect and proud they stand

On slender stems

Wrapped in silk

And tied with a velvet ribbon

«Tie the ribbon in my hair,»

She says

«Your gentle touch upon my brow

Can make me close my eyes

In sleepy pleasure.»

Low the candle burns

And flickers shadows on the wall;

It’s crimson lips are closing

Round the flame

As the flame dies

So shall our live die?

The roses stoop lower

As their petals fall

So shall our love die?

«What is it,»

She says

«Nothing,»

Say I

«Nothing but the west wind

The wind of change.»