Take my hand look into your heart there I'll be
Now that I have you
She rose into the light
Now that I have you
Roses growing up by my door, climbing up the vine
Now's the time to turn the view
Heard our sighs and turned to gold
Where we feel no pain and the love inside
Took my hand took it with a smile tenderly
She rose into the light
She rose into the light
All the thorns and pain obscured, roses shall divine
There I'll be waiting by the door come to me
And I'll rise every little morn' tend to thee
Roses shall divine, I feel the pain when the roses die
Where roses climb, roses shall divine
Mother rose every little morn' tend to me
Before our eyes
Now's the time to turn the view
Now that I have you
Now's the time to turn the view
Told and retold, she felt our tears
Roses shall divine holy mother
Mother of gold, mother with stories
When you rise open up your eyes you will see
