The Dancers

All the roses in fall agree
He asked for no reasons to be with me
Fly over the mountains and sea
The love he would give was all for me

As the winter rose out from it’s seed
I held my hands close to the ones that warmed me
He dropped all the snow for me
And I noticed it’s just how he bleeds

He walked alone along the river stream
The road was bitter, long
As I was climbing down
Below I’ll never know

I’ll become a sailor
I’ll become your first friend at sea
But you won't let me
I’ll become a sailor
We’ll be dancers, over the sea
But you won’t let me