where d you go last night with a rose in your hand you were quite a sight in the road i understand did you go see someone i know is she pretty do you think so you didn t see who watched your way you ve no idea do you what you ll say say you ll be mine tell me one more lie one last time before you say goodbye the night wind weeps a high barren sound my love sleeps beneath the bitter ground and on his breast his cold hands hold in lonesome rest his sweet rose