Black roses there out on the vine | Lonely Richard, you know yourself
You've known yourself for all time
Like creatures of earth and other births
You've been that way for all time
Hanging love you placed it there
I may leave now for a while
Do you know me like they know me there
My friends out there on the horizon
You see things like me we're never free
My friends out there on the horizon.
This is a curse, a colour burn
Black roses there out on the vine
Looking like me I'm like the wind in the steppes
It's all fine it's on my mind
I never lost my eye on you
We don't mind what's on my mind
I never ever harmed you.