| Someday the silver moon and I will go to dreamland | |
| I will close my eyes and wake up there in dreamland | |
| And Tell me who will put flowers on a flower's grave? | |
| Who will say a prayer? | |
| Will I meet a China rose there in dreamland? | |
| Or does love lie bleeding in dreamland? | |
| Are these days forever and always? | |
| And if we are to die tonight | |
| Is there a moonlight up ahead? | |
| And if we are to die tonight | |
| Another rose will bloom | |
| For a faded rose | |
| Will I be the one that you save? | |
| I love when it showers | |
| But no one puts flowers | |
| On a flower's grave | |
| As one rose blooms and another will die | |
| It's always been that way | |
| I remember the showers | |
| But no one puts flowers | |
| On a flower's grave | |
| And if we are to die tonight | |
| Is there a moonlight up ahead? | |
| I remember the showers | |
| But no one puts flowers | |
| On a flower's grave |