Mother Rose

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
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 Now's the time to turn the view
 Now that I have you
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 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, felt our tears
 Heard our sighs and turned to gold
 Before our eyes
 Rose into the light
 Rose into the light
 Rose into the light
 Rose into the light
 Rose into the light
 Rose into the light