The dogs are howling at the midnight moon.
I´m on my way to where the black rose blooms.
The mountain´s high, the night is cold.
I feel the sunshine; a black rose grows.

Together again, we´re as common as sin, they say,
We just walk around the stones they throw.
Night after night, we steal away to where
Love don´t see no colors in the shadows,
Love don´t see no colors in the shadows.

Wind in the willows, wild and warm,
Just like the woman lying here in my arms.
The water´s deep, cold and still.
I love the feeling that black rose gives.

Chorus

Chorus

Love don´t see no colors in the shadows.