Текст песни Red Rose, Sad Rose - Bill Douglas
Red
Rose,
proud
Rose,
sad
Rose
of
all
my
days!
Come
near
me,
while
I
sing
the
ancient
ways:
Come
near,
that
no
more
blinded
by
man's
fate,
I
find
under
the
boughs
of
love
and
hate,
In
all
poor
foolish
things
that
live
a
day,
Eternal
beauty
wandering
on
her
way.
Come
near,
come
near,
come
near
--
Ah,
leave
me
still
A
little
space
for
the
rose-breath
to
fill!
Lest
I
no
more
hear
common
things
that
crave;
The
weak
worm
hiding
down
in
its
small
cave,
The
field-mouse
running
by
me
in
the
grass,
And
heavy
mortal
hopes
that
toil
and
pass;
But
seek
alone
to
hear
the
strange
things
said
By
God
to
the
bright
hearts
of
those
long
dead,
And
learn
to
chaunt
a
tongue
men
do
not
know
Come
near;
I
would,
before
my
time
to
go,
Sing
of
old
Eire
and
the
ancient
ways:
Red
Rose,
proud
Rose,
sad
Rose
of
all
my
days.
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