Blood Red Rose - Janis Ian

In the hour before sunrise

When the shadows hustle home

And the owls dream of day-break

And the redwoods softly moan

I have often begged for magic

To bring my true love home

But the sunrise only shows

How well my garden grows

In the heat of a single blood-red rose

These eyes, no good for darkness

Rely upon the tenderness

Of shadows for their passion

And the branches slowly twist

Tangled promise with a kiss

Only lovers can imagine

I have often begged for morning

Confessing all she knows

But the sunrise only shows

How well my garden grows

In the heat of a blood-red rose

In the hours of my morning

In the vision of the light

Lay the afternoon and evening

And a promise of the night

I have often begged for darkness

To still these trembling hands

But the sunrise only shows

How well my garden grows

In the heat of the blood-red sand