I'd pluck a fair rose for my love. I'd pluck a red rose blow in. Loves in my heart a try and so to prove. What your heart's knowing. I'd pluck a finger on a thorn. I'd pluck a finger bleeding. Red is my heart wounded and full of all. And your heart needn't hide a hold of finger to my tongue. I'd hold a finger waiting. My heart is sore until it joins in song. We your heart may dim.