(SmithShanahan)

Mother rose Every little morn'

To tend to me There she stood

Waiting by the door Selflessly



Took my hand Took it with a smile tenderly

Mother rose Every little morn'

To tend to me Now's the time

To turn the view Now that I have you



And I'll rise Every little morn'

To tend to thee When you rise

Open up your eyes You will see

There I'll be Waiting by the door

Come to me Take my hand

Look into your heart There I'll be



Now's the time To turn the view

Now that I have you



Now's the time To turn the view

Now that I have you



Roses growing by my door Climbing up the vine

All the thorns and pain obscured Roses shall divine

Where we feel no pain And the love inside

Where roses climb Roses shall divine

Roses shall divine Holy mother

Mother of gold Mother with stories

Told and retold She felt our tears

Heard our sighs And turned to gold

Before our eyes She rose into the light

She rose into the light She rose into the light