Paint The Red Rose Blue

D A D A D A D A He was the youngest of five and the only son D F#m G A He called his wife by a nickname as his father had done Bm F#m G D Not the root, not the branch, not the flower or stem Bm7 F#m E A He had the wildest of dreams but he rarely remembered them Bm F#m Turn the red rose G D G Paint the red rose blue D What was he to do? A F# Bm But turn the red rose F#m Turn the red rose G D G Paint the rеd rose blue D What was he to do? A N.C. A7 But turn thе red rose D A D A D A The words that came to him D A Both the lies and the threats D F#m They arrived all too easily G A But they ran up some debts Bm F#m From the thunder of a pulpit G D To the whispers of a lover Bm F#m E A 'Til he found that he couldn't tell one from the other Bm F#m Turn the red rose G D G Paint the red rose blue D What was he to do? A F# Bm But turn the red rose F#m Turn the red rose G D G Paint the rеd rose blue D What was he to do? A N.C. But turn thе red rose Bm Edim He haunted the shadows Bm Ddim And waited until A Ddim They had secrets to sell him A F# And some practical skill Bm E7 A D Theatrical blood is convenient to spill A Ddim A G#7 He turned on the light switch and watched her undress G Em Oh, you'd never guess Bm F#7 A D A# N.C. What came next, unless D A D A He said "All of these hours that I've skulked in the shade D F#m G A The sun never struck me or made me afraid Bm F#m G D Now she and I share unspeakable pain Bm F#m E A I have to believe in something, in anything" Bm F#m Turn the red rose G D Paint the red rose blue G D A F# Bm There's nothing left to do but paint the red rose F#m Paint the red rose G D Turn the red rose blue G D A N.C. D There's nothing left to do but paint the red rose blue D A D A D A D A D