The Rose and the Briar

Beware the dream that turns to greed
When the flower rejects the seed
When the lover does not yearn
For the swallow's swift return

So take this broken heart of mine
Throw it out like sour wine
Let it burn upon the fire
For you're the rose and I'm the briar

Too late the lessons has been learned
The flowers withered, the letters burned
The fond embrace is just a breeze
Like the touch of falling leaves

So take this broken heart of mine
Throw it out like sour wine
Let it burn upon the fire
For you're the rose and I'm the briar

And now my time is rolling on
And I think of what has gone
For what I gained I do not care
And what I lost I hold most dear

So take this broken heart of mine
Throw it out like sour wine
Let it burn upon the fire
For you're the rose and I'm the briar

So take this broken heart of mine
Throw it out like sour wine
Let it burn upon the fire
For you're the rose and I'm the briar