Wild Rose

Some roses ramble the wind break
While others vine and climb
With the wild, wild ways of the roses
She's the bright and the shining kind

They dream of her all through the winter cold
And there in the dark of the mind
Her name whispers down like and old, old song
She’s the bright and the shining kind

[Chorus]
Wild Rose
You're free to grow
A still-life bouquet in a painting of old
Your sweet perfume can fill up the room
It's all up and coming for you

She searches her heart for thе song that is there
She’s looking for sweet pеace of mind
A beauty with thorns all around her
She's the bright and the shining kind

[Chorus]
Wild Rose
You're free to grow
A still-life bouquet in a painting of old
Your sweet perfume can fill up the room
It's all up and coming for you

Wild Rose
You're free to grow
A still-life bouquet in a painting of old
Your sweet perfume can fill up the room
It's all up and coming for you

Wild Rose
Wild Rose

Wild Rose
Wild Rose