When my friends come for me tomorrow
take the scarf I keep ony my heart
When I write with a red chalk a message on the wall
wipe it down with that scarf and take it back to my home
A twig full of thorns, a wild rose
wipe it down with that scarf and take it back to my home
Pass my salute to my beloved mother
What she raised in pain turned to waste today
And that bloodied scarf ask her to give
to my deceitful beloved girl as a wedding gift
A twig full of thorns, a wild rose
to my deceitful beloved girl as a wedding gift
When you didn't want me, you should have said so
I would have found myself another girl
My mother wouldn't have to be in church
kindling a candle, oh for the young heart of mine
A twig full of thorns, a wild rose
mother, oh for the young heart of mine
When my friends come for me tomorrow
take the scarf I keep ony my heart
When I write with a red chalk a message on the wall
wipe it down with that scarf and take it back to my home
A twig full of thorns, a wild rose
wipe it down with that scarf and take it back to my home