paroles de chanson A Spotless Rose - Donald Sweeney, Choir of Winchester Cathedral & David Hill

A spotless rose is blooming
Strung from a tender root
Of ancient seed's portion
Of Jesse promised fruit
Its fairest bud unfolds
To light a bitter cold
Cold winter, and in the dark midnight
The rose which I am singing
Whereof Isaiah said
Is from its sweet root springing
Mary, purest maid
For through our God's great love and might
A blessed babe she bare us
In a cold, cold winter's night