Janis Ian Blood-Red Rose Letras:
In the hour before sunrise,
When the shadows hustle home.
And the owls dream of day-break,
And the redwoods softly moan.
I have often begged for magic,
To bring my true love home.
But the sunrise only shows,
How well my garden grows,
In the heat of a single blood-red rose.

These eyes, no good for darkness,
Rely upon the tenderness
Of shadows for their passion.
And the branches slowly twist,
Tangled promise with a kiss.
Only lovers can imagine,
I have often begged for morning.
Confessing all she knows,
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But the sunrise shows,
How well my garden grows,
In the heat of a blood-red rose.

In the hours of my morning,
In the vision of the light,
Lay the afternoon and evening,
And a promise of the night.
I have often begged for darkness,
To still these trembling hands.
But the sunrise shows,
How well my garden grows,
In the heat of the blood-red sand.


[BLOOD-RED ROSE]
[Written by: Janis Ian]
[Performed by: Janis Ian]
[Appears on: Unreleased 3: Society's Child-2006 [2] .]

[1] Transcribed from the track on this album.]

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