Irving Berlin - The Passion Flower

Once a human rose was born
But she grew to be a thorn
Piercing hearts of loving men
One will never love again

He who died won't feel the loss
She must live and bear the cross
Fortune holds a tearful hour
For him who'd love the passion flower

Passion flower, the fates have spoken
You alone must pay the cost
Passion flower, your heart is broken
Aching for the one you loved and lost

But Angel hands are ever mending
Broken hearts within their power
Heaven holds a happy ending
For a lonely passion flower