Testo Blood-Red Roses

Talk to me, child of islands With your gull's wide-open stare And the colder wind that ruffles up your hair Talk to me I was free, free and aimless I was floating like a cloud Like a message tossed in the ebb-tide of the crowd Lost at sea: that was me AND YOU GAVE ME THE BLOOD-RED ROSES THAT GROW WHERE THE LONELY MEET AND I CARRIED THE DYING ROSES THEY SMELT SO SWEET SO SHARP AND SWEET I was wild, you were wilder You were free to leave this land But it clung to you like a gold ring to your hand Divide the sky, you and I