Gentle Rose, for e'er I will remember
Thy perfect grace, asleep in final slumber
Angelic face, upon death's pillow lay
As mourners weep and silent dirges play
Cries of grief and sorrow, silence of the tomb
What requiem, for rose that ne'er will bloom?
What bell does toll the passing of a child?
A life so young, so pure... unreconciled
That death should grasp her now without remorse
Just as her life sets sail its rocky course
Come Terpsichore and sing your songs of dance
And curse the evil Thanatos whose lance
Strikes deep into the mourner's grieving soul
Rise up I pray, her life I do extol
A gentle rose, whose beauty graced this earth
A loving soul, so caring full of mirth
I beg of thee, no songs of sorrow weep
But shout our hymns of praise, so all might keep
Her in our hearts for e'er, for we have known
A gentle rose, that God now calls his own.