Black Paper Roses - Cilla Black

And I hack sorrow to my mind

As a mother to her breast a still-born child

And of my nights I make black paper roses

And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons

I love the silver of your gold

I love the gentle of your day

I love the unexpected tender of your way

I even love the sudden winters of your May

And of my nights I make black paper roses

And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons

I watch and listen to the song

Of how you loved me once, but not for long

Yet in your absence I would love you once again

It helps to ease my mind and takes away the pain

And of my nights I make black paper roses

And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons

And of my nights I make black paper roses

And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons

And of my nights I make black paper roses

And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons

And of my nights I make black paper roses

And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons