A lonesome fair maiden
Plucks a red red rose.
The silky petals fall.
"He loves me," she murmers.
A red rose petal falls
"He loves me not," she whispers.
A red rose petal falls.
The maiden continues for hours.
And the red rose petals fall.

In the far distance,
In the land of misty dreams.
A quiet farm maiden
Plucks a yellow yellow rose.
The sleek petals fall.
"He'll come back," she murmers.
A yellow rose petal falls.
"He won't come back," she whispers.
A yellow rose petal falls.
The maiden continues until the rooster crows.
And the yellow rose petals fall.

An elegant bride on her wedding day
Plucks a pink pink rose.
The silken petals fall.
"I do," she murmers.
A pink rose petal falls.
"I don't," she whispers.
A pink rose petal falls.
The bride continues until the wedding bells chime.
And the pink rose petals fall.

In a world made of choices,
A rose petal falls.
In a land made of dreams,
A rose petal falls.
In a place full of happiness,
A rise petal falls.

In a dank unlit cabin, a tired old maiden
Plucks a black black rose.
"To keep on going," she murmers.
A black rose petal falls.
"To sleep eternally," she whispers.
A black rose petal falls.
The old maiden continues,
Until her last dying breath.
And the black rose petals fall.