Wriiten back in '91 this is my updated version.. would love to have some vocals but hey.. I'm mearly human. (Anybody near me, Bromley UK, by London, feel free to email me if you can sing!)
Lyrics
Vs. The rosewood weeps 'cause it'll never play it's song for you.
How my fingers bleed as the rosewood sings of its love for you.
As the night dies down all thats left is the sound of the rosewood...... it weeps
