Now the white rose decks the holly tree
White candles for the summer time to me
The mother plant has died but left this child
Climbing up the tree presumptuous, wild.
From the window, my astonished eyes
Saw a hundred flowers glow at sunrise
My mother had just died but left me this
The sight gave me new joy, a smile,a kiss.
To some this rose would be a weed malign
Strangling a great tree by cruel design
The tree is very strong and very tall
The white rose gleams as sparrows call.
The birds will nest protected by the thorns.
The roses with their fragrance bless the dawn
How my heart sings 