Lyrics:

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; To the abbey she did ride, with her lover by her side, When they heard the church bells ring, she was Queen And one day, he'd be King; But men of malice, men of hate, protesting to her chambers came, A foreign prince will have your hand, for he'll bring peace And riches to our land; She said, Do you tell me that I cannot wed the one I love? Do you tell me that I am not mistress of my heart? And so with heavy weight of life she kissed her lover one last time, This land I wed, and no man comes, for if I cannot have you, I'll have none; 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.