Here she comes like a Queen all through the wintertime
   Skirts that billow long after she's gone
   Yes I could smell her smell on the pillow late at night
   She's a rose that blooms at night
  
   And all the streets were wet and slicked with rain
   Outside my green front door
   Number 48 seemed dull by comparison
   I went on down to the pub to stock up for the long night by myself
   That's one way out of this cold and lonely world
   Yes I'll be a rose that blooms tonight
  
   The city's quiet
   The rioters have all gone home now
   The fire brigades' sirens have been locked up for the night
   There's a blackout down on Brown Street
   Where all the blues come home
   And yes there's a rose that blooms at night
  
   Now Jim he packed up all his bags and said
   "It's time to get out of here"
   But his wife and children they were crying out in the kitchen
   Out in the back
   Once a year he remembers that scene
   But it seems so long ago now
   He tries to remember but he can't
   You don't look back
   Memories - they're like a rose that blooms at night
  
   There's a clock that never strikes
   In the Town Hall's towers of steel
   There's a road that's never used
   It's never kissed with the hiss of wheel
   In your mouth is a rusted brace
   That you flash with your junkyard smile
   Shine on like a rose at night