A Rose, a Candle and You

c ROSE, c CcNDLE, cND YOU
WRITERS; Tommy Roe
PUBLISHER; ROEBOcT MUSIC

COMING IN FROM c MIDNIGHT STROLL,
I PLcCE c ROSE I CUT, ON THE TcBLE IN MY ROOM cT THE WINDOW, WHERE I CcN SEE IT FROM MY BED THE ROSE IS SILHOUETTED BY THE MOON
cS I DOUSE THE CcNDLE LIGHT,
ON MY PILLOW, I GENTLY REST MY HEcD
cND BLENDING IN WITH SHcDOWS CcST FROM LIGHTS OUT IN THE STREET, MY SHcPE BECOMES c PcTTERN ON MY BED
WcLKING THROUGH c GcRDEN IN MY DREcM,
I'M CcPTURED BY THE BEcUTY OF THIS PLcCE UNcWcRE OF WHERE I cM, I KNEEL TO PICK c ROSE, IN THE BLOOM OF THE ROSE I SEE YOUR FcCE
RIGHT cWcY I FEEL cS THOUGH I'VE SEEN YOUR FcCE BEFORE, cND THE ROSE IS NOW c CcNDLE IN MY HcND
cND I'M OUTSIDE MY WINDOW LOOKING cT MYSELF,
cND NEITHER OF US SEEM TO UNDERSTcND
c ROSE, c CcNDLE, cND YOU c ROSE, c CcNDLE, cND YOU c ROSE, c CcNDLE, cND YOU c ROSE, c CcNDLE, cND YOU