If love were what the rose is, And I were the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather, Brown fields or flowerful closes, Green pleasure or grey grief; If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf.
If love were what the rose is, And I were the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather, Brown fields or flowerful closes, Green pleasure or grey grief; If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf.