Mother Rose every little morn' tend to me

There she stood, waiting by the door selflessly

Took my hand took it with a smile tenderly

Mother rose every little morn' tend to me Now's the time to turn the view

Now that I have you And I'll rise every little morn' tend to thee

When you rise open up your eyes you will see

There I'll be waiting by the door come to me

Take my hand look into your heart there I'll be Now's the time to turn the view

Now that I have you Now's the time to turn the view

Now that I have you Roses growing up by my door, climbing up the vine

All the thorns and pain obscured, roses shall divine

Where we feel no pain and the love inside

Where roses climb, roses shall divine

Roses shall divine, I feel the pain when the roses die Roses shall divine holy mother

Mother of gold, mother with stories

Told and retold, she felt our tears

Heard our sighs and turned to gold

Before our eyes She rose into the light

She rose into the light

She rose into the light

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