Текст песни Mother Rose - Patti Smith
Mother
Rose
every
little
morn'
tend
to
me
There
she
stood,
waiting
by
the
door
selflessly
Took
my
hand
took
it
with
a
smile
tenderly
Mother
rose
every
little
morn'
tend
to
me
Now's
the
time
to
turn
the
view
Now
that
I
have
you
And
I'll
rise
every
little
morn'
tend
to
thee
When
you
rise
open
up
your
eyes
you
will
see
There
I'll
be
waiting
by
the
door
come
to
me
Take
my
hand
look
into
your
heart
there
I'll
be
Now's
the
time
to
turn
the
view
Now
that
I
have
you
Now's
the
time
to
turn
the
view
Now
that
I
have
you
Roses
growing
up
by
my
door,
climbing
up
the
vine
All
the
thorns
and
pain
obscured,
roses
shall
divine
Where
we
feel
no
pain
and
the
love
inside
Where
roses
climb,
roses
shall
divine
Roses
shall
divine,
I
feel
the
pain
when
the
roses
die
Roses
shall
divine
holy
mother
Mother
of
gold,
mother
with
stories
Told
and
retold,
she
felt
our
tears
Heard
our
sighs
and
turned
to
gold
Before
our
eyes
She
rose
into
the
light
She
rose
into
the
light
She
rose
into
the
light
...
1 Cartwheels
2 Jubilee
3 Mother Rose
4 Stride of the Mind
5 Gandhi
6 Trespasses
7 My Blakean Year
8 Cash
9 Peaceable Kingdom
10 Radio Baghdad
11 Trampin'
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