Rose Of England Chris De Burgh

Hear my voice and listen well, and a story I will tell
How duty brought a broken heart, and why a love so strong
Must 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 delights
Would thrill their hearts and fill their dreams with all emotions
That 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;