You're the rose of my heart, You are the love of my life. A flower not fading nor falling apart, If you're cold, let my love make you warm.
If you could read my mind, love What a tale my thoughts could tell Just like an old-time movie 'Bout a ghost from a wishin' well In a castle dark or a fortress strong With chains upon my feet You know that ghost is me And I will never be set free As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see If I could read your mind, love What a tale your thoughts could tell Just like a paperback novel The kind the drugstores sell When you reach the part where the heartaches come The hero would be me But heroes
Muerte en la horca, ejecución de Adolf Fischer y Lucy González Parsons.