Текст песни To the Wild Roses - Chandeen

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