Lyrics To the Wild Roses - Chandeen

To the Wild Roses

Something made from thorns
Blooming to chain my mind
The banner of pain held
By the servants of life
The thistle in the eye
Remains of mystery to me The torrent of blood streaming
The pulse of fear in my world
But one day I’ll see my wild rose growing
In mellow twilight I meet you that day
Despite of fear there will be trust one day
My little rose, my little rose
You keep me going when times get too hard
You give me hope, you keep me strong
My little rose, my little rose
And one day I’ll see my wild rose growing
No storm could hurt you, no pouring rain
Your will is tender — you teach me your way
My little rose, my little rose
And one day I’ll see my wild rose growing