Listening to every heart
Looking for the Wild Rose
Who knows where the wild rose grows
In rocky crag, or on mountainous slag
Beside the brook, oh where should I look?
For where would the wild rose grow?
The gypsy she has said to me
“Find where the wild rose grows ~
Follow you see yon honeybee
Now search for the wild red rose”
So honeybee and I searched the valley
Beyond fields so green we waded the stream
To follow our dream, honeybee and I
All for a wild rose dream
We’ve looked so far and wide, you see
To find where the wild rose grows
But elusive it is, it resides, who knows?
Where does the wild rose grow?
The gypsy said I would find my love
That he and I would never part
Wherever in secret the wild rose grows
Perhaps it blooms in my heart?
Should you see where the wild rose grows
Will you send me a sign?
For I would love the Love that stands
Wherever, for the wild rose is mine