Black 47 Black Rose Lyrics

Black Rose Lyrics

mr frankie diamond was my best friend 

we were partners in a business down on c & 7th 

nothin' ever got this good brother down 

he was a real live wire in an electric town 

frankie started hangin' with an uptown girl 

a harlem lady in the social whirl 

on saturday night he'd put on his best clothes 

and go out steppin' with his black rose 



now frankie went upstate for a couple of years 

a guest of the nation and he was in tears 

he called me up, he said "hey friend of mine 

i got one favour to ask ya while i'm doin' my time 



she's the queen of new york city 

she bewitch all men soul 

she the blood that flow right through me 

so don't be messin' with my black rose 

keep your hands off my black rose" 



my black rosie, he don't own ya... 



while frankie was upstate, his harlem girl 

continued to spiral in her social whirl 

so i paged her from my gig on east 7th 

i said, "hey, babe, you doin' anythin' roundabout 11?" 

she said "uh-uh" in her uptown voice 

so we met at beiruit for cocktails and ice 

when she crossed that room in her tight red dress 

i wasn't thinkin' of frankie, I have to confess 



she said "hey, best friend, let's go back to my place 

i need to fix my mascara and remodel my face" 

but it rained on the way back to her house 

and when she closed the door she took off her blouse 



she's the queen of new york city 

she bewitch all men soul 

next thing i know i'm whisperin' sweet nothin's 

lyin' in bed with my black rose 

i'm makin' love to my black.. 

my black rosie, he don't own ya 

so stay with me tonight... 



at nights i'd lie there and listen to her breathe 

with the sweat on my brow, how could she sleep?

so deep, so sweet as calm as a rock 

while i pushed back the seconds oozing from the clock... 

now the letters i wrote frankie returned unread 

the word leaked out i'd be better off dead 

but in the crimson dawn, black rose would unfold 

and drain all the poison from my soul... 

drain me rosie...



now i'm standin' up here on forty deuce 

another terminal man waitin' for his bus 

here come frankie with his head all shaved 

is that a piece in his pocket, or is it a blade?

now i'm lyin' face down in the terminal dirt 

with a hole in my chest, but i don't feel no hurt 

i don't wanna go to heaven, i been there before 

just spent two years in paradise with my black rose...



she's the queen of New york city 

she bewitch all men soul 

when you go and find her body 

bury me next to my black rose 

still in love with my black rose 

she's up in heaven now, my black rose 

you won't be makin' love to my black... 

my black rosie, he don't own ya... 

so stay with me tonight, for the rest of your life...



roisin dhubh me no can get over you 

a time is in me mind no matter what i do 

roisin dhubh me no can get over you 

now frankie comin' back and i know that i am through 

mister frankie diamond tell me do the right thing 

watch his girl while he away at sing sing 

but me and rosie, we have a little fling 

now frankie comin' home, wicked trouble it will bring...

wicked trouble it will bring...

lord have mercy