Текст песни Chris De Burgh - Rose Of England
Chris De Burgh - Rose Of England слова песни
Written by Chris de BurghHear my voice and listen well, and a story I will tell,How duty brought a broken heart, and why a love so strongMust fall apart;She was lovely, she was fine, daughter of a royal line,He, no equal, but for them it mattered little for they were in love;Rose of England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun,Rose of England, have a care, for where the thorn is,There the blood will run;Oh my heart, oh my heart;Through the summer days and nights, stolen kisses and delightsWould thrill their hearts and fill their dreams with all emotionsThat true love can bring;But black of mourning came one day, when her sister passed away,And many said on bended knee, she has gone, and you must be our Queen;Rose of England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun,Rose of England, have a care, for where the thorn is,There the blood will run;Oh my heart, oh my heart;To the abbey she did ride, with her lover by her side,When they heard the church bells ring, she was QueenAnd one day, he`d be King;But men of malice, men of hate, protesting to her chambers came,“A foreign prince will have your hand, for he`ll bring peaceAnd riches to our land;”She said, “Do you tell me that I cannot wed the one I love?Do you tell me that I am not mistress of my heart?”And so with heavy weight of life she kissed her lover one last time,“This land I wed, and no man comes, for if I cannot have you, I`ll have none;”Rose of England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun,Rose of England have a care, for where the thorn is,There the blood will run;Oh my heart, oh my heart.