Water rising up in the love-lies-bleeding bed And me oh my standing by, hanging down my head I know my old roots are gonna give out on me Before any love will come and visit with me So many years I waited all violet and red Time's wound up around me like the vines over the bed Waited for love, my years reached and fell And bled out from me, no time left to tell Love lies bleeding for a long, long time I am the Amaranth, my color never fades But the crimson touch of my youth, never really stays I should be content to be here for so long Now I'm old and all alone, wish that I were gone One red bloom, then the rest, there're always more It's only some flowers, wish I'd something more Wish I'd something more that I could give Something more than time and a fixed red tinge