As I Rode Out One Morning

As I rode out one morning
I saw a white rose in bloom.
I leant down and stole that white, white rose
From its place by an ancient tomb.

I gave the rose to a lady fair
Where she sat in the Garden of Love
With at her side a unicorn
And a golden hawk on her glove.

As I rode back that evening
I saw a rose red as blood.
I left that rose to bloom and die
Where it grew in the garden of God.

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