The Rose-bush - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE ROSE-BUSH Copyright, 1881, by G. Schirmer. Translated from the German by W. Caldwell. Composed by Faustina Hasse Hodges. 
A child sleeps under a rose-bush fair. The buds swell out in the soft May air; Sweetly it rests and on dream-wing flies, To play with the angels in Paradise -And the years glide by. Sweetly it rests and on dream-wing flies, To play with the angels in Paradise, To play with the angels in Paradise-And the years glide by. 
A maiden stands by the rose-bush fair. The dewy blossoms perfume the air. She presses her hand to her throbbing breast. With love's first wonderful rapture blest And the years glide by. She presses her hand to her throbbing breast. With love's first wonderful rapture blest. With love's first wonderful rapture blest-And the years glide by. 
A mother kneels by the rose-bush fair, Soft sigh the leaves in the evening air. Sorrowing thoughts of the past arise. And tears of anguish In-dim her eyes-And the years glide by. Sorrowing thoughts of the past arise. And tears of anguish bedim her eyes. Tears of anguish bedim her eyes-And the years glide by. 
Naked and lone stands the rose-bush fair, Whirled are the leaves in the autumn air. Withered and dead they fall to the ground, And silently cover a new-made mound-And the years glide by. Withered and dead they fall to the ground. And silently cover a new-made mound. They silently cover a new-made mound-And the years glide by.