Lo, how a rose e'er blooming. From tender stem hath sprung. Of Jesse's lineage coming. By ancient sibyls sung A rose doth bear a flower. All in the cold midwinter. And at the midnight hour And
Little Jesse Younger was a well respected lad. Doing all he could to please his mommy and his dad. But he never planned to be the man they said that he'd become. Somehow or another now his little
(wilkin/burch/wilson). . Your love is like a ramblin' rose. The more I feed it the more it grows. Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose yeah. . Ramblin' rose you're looking for. ? ? ?. Ramblin' rose
A rose should be where the sun shines through. Not where the wine is red and the smoke is blue. A rose should be blooming in the light. Not in a rendezvous, blooming in the night And you are a
