My sweet rose won't you rest your pretty eyes And I'll be with you when the mourning comes Lay your bones on the alabaster stones I'll be with you when the mourning comes Fate is a wolf in an old sheep skull Lucid among the herd still gnawing at the wool Fate is an angel with a broken wing Knowing in the end time will take care of everything My sweet rose won't you rest your pretty eyes And I'll be with you when the mourning comes Rest your head and lay It down upon my chest And I'll be with you when the mourning comes Hope is a candle burning out We're all floating without purpose just like clouds Hope is a book that never seems to end In the end all you wanna do is read it again My sweet rose won't your rest your pretty eyes And I'll be with you when the mourning comes Lay your bones on the alabaster stones I'll be with you when the mourning comes My sweet rose won't you rest your pretty eyes I'll be with you when the mourning comes Rest your head lay it down upon my chest I'll be with you when the mourning comes I'll be with you when the mourning comes I'll be with you when the mourning comes