Song About A Rose

This is a song about a rose

Or perhaps it's a song about the shadow of a rose

In the morning the apple sellers congregate on corners of their own

But you and I we sing our song about a rose or perhaps the shadow of a rose

With the children of Fribourg and the good thief standing by

We consort in silent rendezvous and call the world a lie

When our song is but a candle that will one day burn away

The children of Fribourg cannot hear what we say

This is a song about a rose

Of lonely caravans whispering to God

To chain the world in prose

But people are not singers and life is not a song

And even God can only guess

Why or where or when or if

The answers all belong

And you and I we sing our song about a rose

Or perhaps the shadow of a rose