Lyrics The Crown of Roses - June Tabor
When
Jesus
Christ
was
yet
a
child
He
had
a
garden
small
and
wild
Where-in
he
cherished
roses
fair
And
wove
them
into
garlands
there
Now
as
the
summertime
drew
nigh
There
came
a
troop
of
children
by
And
seeing
roses
on
the
tree
With
shouts
they
plucked
them
merrily
"Do
you
bind
roses
in
your
hair?"
They
cried
in
scorn
to
Jesus
there
The
boy
said
humbly
"Take
I
pray
All
but
the
na-ked
thorns
away"
Then
of
the
thorns
they
made
a
crown
And
with
rough
fingers
pressed
it
down
Till
on
his
forehead
fair
and
young
Red
drops
of
blood
like
roses
sprung
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