The fate of the rose
Tekst&Melodi : Øystein Berntsen

My song for you this evening, is a tale straight from the heart
Of how a love for joy in life, can brake and fall apart
Of a rose in bloom in the midst of June, no longer to stand tall
And the eye of old St. Peter, watching over one and all

One morning in the sunrise, a rose sprung out in bloom
Her head reached up to the summer breeze, and the warming sun of June
But this rose so fair was a different kind, to weak to ride the storm
That came with dark clouds and the night, over the fields were she was born

Chorus: I’m going, I am running away
   From the children of tomorrow, as I dream of yesterday
   I’m running to the edge of the world
   Where the stories of tomorrow, is left to be untold

As the dark clouds sailed in over the fields, and the heavy rain grew strong
The lovely rose was left to fight with the fierce winds on her own
No one saw this child, nor heard her cries, through the thunder of the night
And when daylight came with the sun again, no blooming rose was in sight

Chorus

I’ll ask the wise St. Peter, as I stand upon his steps
When my rose has faded grey and old, and my life is at the edge
Why do you take the children, they are not the ones to die
You should rather take the faded ones, the likes of you and I

Chorus