The dogs are howling at the midnight moon. I´m on my way to where the black rose blooms. The mountain´s high, the night is cold.
I feel the sunshine; a black rose grows.
Together again, we´re as common as sin, they say, We just walk around the stones they throw. Night after night, we steal away to where Love don´t see no colors in the shadows, Love don´t see no colors in the shadows.
Wind in the willows, wild and warm, Just like the woman lying here in my arms. The water´s deep, cold and still. I love the feeling that black rose gives.