MOG

Now that I have you
She rose into the light
She rose into the light

There I'll be waiting by the door come to me
Now's the time to turn the view
And I'll rise every little morn' tend to thee
Where we feel no pain and the love inside

Heard our sighs and turned to gold
All the thorns and pain obscured, roses shall divine

Told and retold, she felt our tears
She rose into the light
Now's the time to turn the view
Roses growing up by my door, climbing up the vine

Roses shall divine holy mother

Now that I have you
When you rise open up your eyes you will see
Roses shall divine, I feel the pain when the roses die

Before our eyes
Now that I have you
Where roses climb, roses shall divine
Mother of gold, mother with stories
Take my hand look into your heart there I'll be
Took my hand took it with a smile tenderly
Mother rose every little morn' tend to me
Now's the time to turn the view