All the roses are dead, All the roses are dead, All the roses are dead; You'll not return. All the time is gone, All the time it grows, Each kiss missed Will not return. That girl, mama, turn me down; Took my heart and ran! Is true, so true like sun start to bright. Is true, so true like night comes down. You have the guns, You have the guns, You shoot me again, one more time. I will stand up, I will stand up And every rose born again. That girl, mama, turn me down; Took my heart and ran! Is true, so true like sun start to brights. Is true so true like nights comes down.