BLACK ROSE
(Troy Seals / Eddie Setser)


Eric Clapton - 1981


 

The dogs are howling at the midnight moon 
I'm on my way to where the black rose blooms 
The mountain's high, the night is cold 
I feel the sunshine, a black rose grows 

Together again, we're as common as sin, they say 
We just walk around the stones they throw 
Night after night, we steal away to where 
Love don't see no colours in the shadows 
Love don't see no colours in the shadows 

Wind in the willows, wild and warm 
Just like the woman lying here in my arms 
The water's deep, cold and still 
I love the feeling that black rose gives