That I cannot wed the one I love?
To the abbey she did ride
She was Queen and one day, he’d be King
Protesting to her chambers came
That true love can bring
And why a love so strong must fall apart
With her lover by her side
Rose of England, have a care
He, no equal, but for them it mattered little
Rose of England, have a care
Rose of England, sweet and fair
But men of malice, men of hate
For if I cannot have you, I’ll have none”
She said, “Do you tell me
Oh my heart, oh my heart
She was lovely, she was fine
For he’ll bring peace and riches to our land”
For they were in love
Shining with the sun
And so with heavy weight of life
Through the summer days and nights
Do you tell me that I am not
When her sister passed away
For where the thorn is there the blood will run
Mistress of my heart?”
For where the thorn is there the blood will run
Daughter of a royal line
Rose of England, sweet and fair
Shining with the sun
She has gone, and you must be our Queen
Rose of England, sweet and fair
Would thrill their hearts and fill their dreams with all emotions
“A foreign prince will have your hand
Stolen kisses and delights
She kissed her lover one last time
But black of mourning came one day
Shining with the sun
For where the thorn is there the blood will run
How duty brought a broken heart
When they heard the church bells ring
Rose of England, have a care
And many said on bended knee
Oh my heart, oh my heart
“This land I wed, and no man comes
