I planted a little rose bush, I tended it with care, Itâs buds began to blossom Their fragrance filled the air But when winter came it withered, The petals drooped and fell to the ground, My heart sank as it faded, But Iâd forgotten who had made it.
Chorus Roses will bloom again, Just wait and see Donât mourn what might have been Only God knows how and when that Roses will bloom again.
Rose was his only sweetheart, A loving wife for forty years. Cherished every day they had, And held memories oh so dear He never dreamed heâs bore love And go to live alone, But he lay his Rose to rest, Looked up to heaven and tried his best To believe that
The precious Rose of Sharon, Broken and bruised in cruel shame, Stained on the cross of Calvary, So that men might be saved, Oh, Satan cheered as He died, While Mary and the others cried, Then God raised Him up from that sleep And kept a promise on He could keep.