A Rose In December

A Rose, a cross, a flickering light
A brave face, cold and white
A voice, hushed by Heavens right
All too soon…
Fool am I to grand this life meaning
To dream dreams not worth dreaming
While Angels of death are silently scheming
Let me lay my hand upon your breast
And whisper sins un-confessed
I beg God in my lonelyness
Tell me why…
Why one so young and tender
crushed like a Rose in December
Lost forever and ever…
I will be there when your heart calls on me
Down from a star on a wind from the highest heaven
I will fly…
now don’t you cry
Why one so young and tender
Crushed like a Rose in December Lost forever and ever…
I will be there when your heart calls on me
Down from a star on a wind from the highest heaven
I will fly… Now… don’t you cry