when the young men marry
they'll parade their love in the streets
and hold their affection within the town
where they'll spread it out like petals
and say it all like music

when the young men marry
they'll paint the sun yellow
and grip the waist of maria T
then under the moonlight
they'll speak out their hearts
like a tale of the ecstasy

when the young men marry
   if wishes were horses
  ..the roses are horses..