Where All Roses Go

[Verse 1]
He shall not hear the bittern cry
In the wild sky where he is lain
Nor voices of the sweeter birds
Above the wailing of the rain
Nor shall he know when loud March blows
Through slanting snows, his fanfare shrill
Blowing to flame the golden cup
Of many's the upset daffodil, oh

[Chorus]
Soon the swallows will be flying south
The winds wheel north to gather in the snow
Even the roses split on youth's red mouth
Will soon blow down the road
All roses go

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
But when the dark cow leaves the moor
And pastures poor with greedy weeds
Perhaps he'll hear her low at morn
Lifting her horn in pleasant meads, oh

[Chorus]
Soon the swallows will be flying south
The winds wheel north to gather in the snow
Even the roses split on youth's red mouth
Will soon blow down the road
All roses go