From the recording Traveler's Lullaby
Rose Go Round
©2000 Barbara T. Webber
Great Grandma's roses grow round my door,
the roots go back a hundred years or more.
Every June they burst into bloom,
fill the air with sweet perfume.
Down through the generations to me,
given to friends and family,
A rose needs tending, a rose needs care;
a rose needs a willing heart to share.
Through the driest of droughts and coldest of colds,
a rose will survive and a rose will grow.
A band of commitment on my left hand,
a vow to forgive and to understand,
to soften the words spoken in haste,
to laugh and to tease my friend's embrace.
Love needs tending and loves needs care;
love needs a willing heart to share.
Through the driest of droughts and coldest of cold,
love will survive and love will grow.
Great-grandma's rocker greets me each night.
The worries of the day take a rhythmic flight.
See the world through my children's eyes,
full of challenge, and questions, and grand surprise.
Down from the generations to me,
given to my children and their families,
A home needs tending, a home needs care;
a child needs a willing heart to share.
Through the driest of droughts and the coldest of cold,
love will survive, and love will grow.