Oh, Beautiful Rose

Oh, Rose, oh, Rose, oh, beautiful Rose.

How long you live? Nobody knows.

Your looks so fair, your scent so sweet.

How long would you stay if you had feet?

Your life is grand, your gifts abound,

And yet true love have you not found.

Why, oh why, oh, beautiful Rose,

Do you not feel the wound that grows?

This wound grows deeper and deeper still.

A wound so deep that it could kill.

How could you be so evil and cruel?

Like a tyrant with fist as rule!

With your thorns so strong and so sharp,

On a stem like music from a harp,

(and) Petals so soft and sweet to feel,

You killed a love that felt so real.

Why, oh why, oh, beautiful Rose,

Do you not feel this pain that grows?

This pain, this pain that grows, and grows,

Oh, Rose, oh, Rose, oh, beautiful Rose.

February 1996