Как иногда всё-таки полезно не вслушиваться в текст песни... Ну не маньяк ли?

 "On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
  And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
  And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
  And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth"