Rose Of England

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