Sophia, Sophia, of the roses of dawn
Your memory echoes on.
In the briar-bed and the words we said
In the kind of life we loved and led
Your laughter echoes on.
I can see you now, it seems
Even after all these years
Here I tremble, lying awake.
Among the roses of the dawn
Your heartbeat echoes on.
In my mind's eye, we still are young
Your curving eyes are wild,
high strung
A crown of flowers rests on your brow.
You plucked them till your fingers bled
and stained your nightgown red.
Sophia, Sophia, of the roses of dawn
Your memory echoes on.
I recall the moonlight's beam
Upon the hedges and the thorns
Your matted hair
And absent stare—
you were lost in worlds beyond
And still I loved you, sitting there
And you kissed me at the birth of dawn
You passion echoes on.
In lips that bleed and rosebud trees,
In closing eyes and final sleep,
Your life here echoes on.
Sophia, Sophia, of the roses of dawn
Your memory echoes on.
