Wednesday, April 04, 2007


Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will wed by thy will sire
by thy will

Ah Poor Bird
Take thy flight
High above the sorrow
of this sad night

And may God
By his might
lead us from the darkness
to the light

Ding, dong, ding, dong
wedding bells on an April morn
write my name on a moss covered stone
on a moss covered stone

This is a song I've had stuck in my head for days, it's an old old song but we used to sing it as a round at the Girl Scout Camp I was a counselor at. It's a lovely sad song, but I sing it when I'm happy, I guess I'm just weird.

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