On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind lied as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth