The Rose

I walk to the sound of midnight, still as the moon that slumbers, Down to the garden I did go, To view the blooming of the deep red rose, I walk to the sound of midnight, still as the moon that slumbers, Down to the garden I did go, To view the blooming of the deep red rose, Oh I have come dear rose bush, to beg of you a favour, Which flower the holds the beauty Rare, enough to offer to my sweet love. I walk to the sound of midnight, still as the moon that slumbers, Down to the garden I did go, To view the blooming of the deep red rose, Take this rose unopened where bells of dew they linger, There, there dear, your heart returns, with your love it will flower. I walk to the sound of midnight, still as the moon that slumbers, Down to the garden I did go, To view the blooming of the deep red rose, I walk to the dark of midnight, still as the moon that slumbers, The rose for my love had withered And gone, yet here still I will return.