Come Now, Thérèse

Oh, my sweet girl, won’t you toss me a rose?

Down from those lofty heights you sit upon

I’d just like one, a blooming bud would do

I walk these thorny, barren paths alone

Each step I take, I look for your embrace

If not a rose, a petal or two

Remember when we once walked hand in hand?

Crowned with cheerful garlands ever so bright

Bosom friends, you placed a blossom in mine

Long ago, you cast a net in the sea

And, in the breadth of its depths, you caught me

That florescence hid, yet never faded

So, come now, dear Thérèse, toss me a rose...

I will be forever grateful to you

I long to be yours again, pure and true