Black Roses

Tell me, why are you so sad today?

You have always been so merry and gay!

Believe me, I am no more sad today

Than when you thought that I was merry and gay;

For sorrow has nightblack roses.

A tangle of roses grows thick round my heart

And stinging thorns make wounds that smart.

And roses and thorns spread night and day;

They have driven all joy and peace away,

For sorrow has nightblack roses!