Grace Cummings
Grace Cummings - Here Is The Rose lyrics
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Here is the rose And here is the wind blowing Here are my eyes open Here are my feet going alone Alone, alone, alone I've nobody by my side I could cry, I could cry Think I'd better go and get high As a kite, as a kite Here are the leaves fallen Safely after autumn Here is my hand to hold I'm thinking about getting old Alone, alone, alone I don't want you by my side I'm alive, I'm alive Maybe it'll all be better when we're high As a kite, we're alive