To your grave I spoke
Holding a red, red rose
Gust of freezing cold air
Whispers to me that you are gone
Always, always asking the question why
Life is overrated, but I
Never, never expected that I'd
Underestimated my love for you
To your grave I spoke
Holding a red, red rose
Gust of freezing cold air
Whispers to me that you are gone ...