Paroles: Tori Amos. Midwinter Graces [CD/DVD Combo]. Holly, Ivy, and Rose.
Lo, how a rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung
Of Jesse's lineage coming
By ancient sibyls sung
A rose doth bear a flower
All in the cold midwinter
And at the midnight hour
And he waits for who to find
The heart she left behind
He prays she'll find her way
To be his bride someday
Ivy of all the trees in the wood, holly wants the rose
Holly and the ivy when they are both full grown
Of all the trees in the wood holly bears the crown
Holly and the ivy, the running of the deer
For his rose to bloom holly waits every year
He waits for who to find
The heart she left behind
He prays she'll find her way
To be his bride someday
Ivy of all the trees in the wood, holly wants the rose
Holly and the ivy when they are both full grown
Of all the trees in the wood holly bears the crown
The holly and the ivy, the running of the deer
For his rose to bloom holly waits every year
For his rose to bloom holly waits every year, waits every year
Lo, how a rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung
The frozen air perfuming that tiny bloom doth swell
Its rays the night illuming, the darkness quite dispel
Oh, flower beyond compare
Bloom in our heart's midwinter
Restore the springtime here
From tender stem hath sprung
Of Jesse's lineage coming
By ancient sibyls sung
A rose doth bear a flower
All in the cold midwinter
And at the midnight hour
And he waits for who to find
The heart she left behind
He prays she'll find her way
To be his bride someday
Ivy of all the trees in the wood, holly wants the rose
Holly and the ivy when they are both full grown
Of all the trees in the wood holly bears the crown
Holly and the ivy, the running of the deer
For his rose to bloom holly waits every year
He waits for who to find
The heart she left behind
He prays she'll find her way
To be his bride someday
Ivy of all the trees in the wood, holly wants the rose
Holly and the ivy when they are both full grown
Of all the trees in the wood holly bears the crown
The holly and the ivy, the running of the deer
For his rose to bloom holly waits every year
For his rose to bloom holly waits every year, waits every year
Lo, how a rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung
The frozen air perfuming that tiny bloom doth swell
Its rays the night illuming, the darkness quite dispel
Oh, flower beyond compare
Bloom in our heart's midwinter
Restore the springtime here
Amos, Tori
Midwinter Graces [CD/DVD C
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