Rose, where are you hiding?
Rose, where did you go?
The woods they are abiding
The snow falls soft and slow
Rose, the moon is rising
The owl hoots long and low
The whisper trees are chiding
All the shades below
The night it shimmers silver
And lends its ghostly glow
To draw faint crimson crystals
Through footprints in the snow
Rose, your mothers crying
And bows her head in shame
I swore I was not lying
I swore it on your name
Rose, the men are gathering
Their torches are aflame
Their passing draws the spying
From curious window panes
But clouds have shrouded quietly
To hide what might be shown
A search with fading urgency
For footprints in the snow
Rose, I'll keep your secret
The shape that you became
A veil torn out of regret
Of one who won't be tamed
And while the long night deepens
They'll know not what we know
'Til Winter's grasp release the land...
And Rose blooms from the snow