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_  Our Wild Rose


Heaven’s child, growing wild

Luck will style the lady,

She is loves baby, pretty wild rose.


Mama should, Papa could,

No one minds the garden,

Time’s forgotten, Lovely wild rose.
 

God please tend to her, she will need her sunshine.

Hearts like hers are hurt, they believe in springtime.     

I want to reach for her, speak to her,

But she’s not there.



Now she’s gone, wandered on,

We won’t have tomorrow,

Who will hide sorrow, from our wild rose?

 

She has played unafraid,

Blind to rhyme or reason,

Bless her season,

She’s our wild rose.

 

If we had the chance, we would never change her,

In life’s flower dance, she’s the brightest one that grows,

Wild rose, our wild rose. 

A recording of this beautiful piece can be found on the "My Music" page. It is the last piece.


 

 

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