Mother rose, every little morn to 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 to tend to me
Now's the time to turn the view
Now that I have you
And I'll rise, every little morn to tend to thee
When you rise, open up your eyes and you will see
There I'll be, waiting by the door, come to me
Take my hand, look into your heart and 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
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Now's the time to turn the view
Now that I have you
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Roses growing 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
And feel no pain
And the love inside
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