As I saunter through the brambly woodland

My peepers behold an alluring rose

The black eyed susan, felt modest as gust trickled all over

How beguiling it seemed, as it said

I would stop the clocks from turning, turning

And let the breeze flow

I'll fade your scars

I'll heal your wounds

Tell me how you feel

I'll keep your scars hidden

Under my sleeve

I won't mention how much they bleed

And, as i srood there

Thanking God for his wonderful creation

My eyes are blinded as a squall arrived

Oh! the rose is not there, nowhere

I staggered, ran here, searched there

and, ...and at last,

I heard its voice ,from a mount of grime

trembling, shaking, as it said for the last time

Oh wow! oh wow! oh wow!

Tears fill my eyes

Regret fills my mind

Emptiness is left behind

As i stood there, crying, lamenting

And praying, for the wild rose, for the wild rose