Song About A Rose Lyrics

	作词 : Rapp
	This is a song about a rose
	Or perhaps it's a song about the shadow of a rose
	In the morning the apple sellers congregate on corners of their own
	But you and I we sing our song about a rose or perhaps the shadow of a rose
	With the children of Fribourg and the good thief standing by
	We consort in silent rendezvous and call the world a lie
	When our song is but a candle that will one day burn away
	The children of Fribourg cannot hear what we say
	This is a song about a rose
	Of lonely caravans whispering to God
	To chain the world in prose
	But people are not singers and life is not a song
	And even God can only guess
	Why or where or when or if
	The answers all belong
	And you and I we sing our song about a rose
	Or perhaps the shadow of a rose

	zuo ci : Rapp
	This is a song about a rose
	Or perhaps it' s a song about the shadow of a rose
	In the morning the apple sellers congregate on corners of their own
	But you and I we sing our song about a rose or perhaps the shadow of a rose
	With the children of Fribourg and the good thief standing by
	We consort in silent rendezvous and call the world a lie
	When our song is but a candle that will one day burn away
	The children of Fribourg cannot hear what we say
	This is a song about a rose
	Of lonely caravans whispering to God
	To chain the world in prose
	But people are not singers and life is not a song
	And even God can only guess
	Why or where or when or if
	The answers all belong
	And you and I we sing our song about a rose
	Or perhaps the shadow of a rose

	zuò cí : Rapp
	This is a song about a rose
	Or perhaps it' s a song about the shadow of a rose
	In the morning the apple sellers congregate on corners of their own
	But you and I we sing our song about a rose or perhaps the shadow of a rose
	With the children of Fribourg and the good thief standing by
	We consort in silent rendezvous and call the world a lie
	When our song is but a candle that will one day burn away
	The children of Fribourg cannot hear what we say
	This is a song about a rose
	Of lonely caravans whispering to God
	To chain the world in prose
	But people are not singers and life is not a song
	And even God can only guess
	Why or where or when or if
	The answers all belong
	And you and I we sing our song about a rose
	Or perhaps the shadow of a rose

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