Lyrics

A Spotless Rose is blowing Sprung from a tender root Of ancient seers' foreshowing Of Jesse promised fruit Its fairest bud unfolds to light Amid the cold, cold winter And in the dark midnight The Rose which I am singing Whereof Isaiah said Is from its sweet root springing In Mary, purest Maid Through God's great love and might The Blessed Babe she bare us In a cold, cold winter's night
Writer(s): Ola Gjeilo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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