MOUNTAIN ROSE
Winter's black on heather and broom,
Where shall I find honey?
Rose's mouth is the honeycomb,
And Rose's laugh is sunny.
Where shall I find honey?
Rose's mouth is the honeycomb,
And Rose's laugh is sunny.
Black and cold the North Wind blows,
Winter comes in fairly.
I keep Summer with Mountain Rose
Among the stubble barley.
Winter comes in fairly.
I keep Summer with Mountain Rose
Among the stubble barley.
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