The Wild Rose
Where the wild rose blows, In the light of the dawn, With the dew on her petals, I wander with song.
And I laugh with the leaf, And I dance with the breeze, As I gather my dreams From the roots of the trees.
- Louise McNeill
The Wild Rose
Where the wild rose blows, In the light of the dawn, With the dew on her petals, I wander with song.
And I laugh with the leaf, And I dance with the breeze, As I gather my dreams From the roots of the trees.