The Rose lyrics
by Ola Gjeilo
The lily has a smooth stalk
Will never hurt your hand;
But the rose upon her brier
Is lady of the land
There's sweetness in an apple tree
And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty
Is a rose upon a thorn
When with moss and honey
She tips her bending brier
And half unfolds her glowing heart
She sets the world on fire