Here Is The Rose

Here is the rose
And here is the wind blowing
Here are my eyes open
Here are my feet going alone
Alone, alone
I've nobody by my side
I could cry, I could cry
Think I'd better go and get high
As a kite, as a kite

Here are the leaves, fallen
Safely after autumn
Here is my hand to hold
I'm thinking about getting old
Alone, alone, alone
I don't want you by my side
I'm alivе, I'm alive
Maybe it'll all be bеtter when we're high
As a kite, we're alive