Roger Whittaker Wildwood Rose
Pfeifsolo
Like a rose that grows within a wildwood.
You are young and warm and wild and free.
And my heart, I gave to you with love
and with love, my wildwood rose,
you gave your heart to me.
Wildwood rose, farewell for I must leave you.
I must make my harvest from the sea
and I know I leave you with my love
and I know my wildwood rose,
I take your love with me.
If I die alone upon the water.
Not return to warmth and love and thee,
when you walk the strand
and tiny wavelets kiss your feet.
Then will you stand
and say a little prayer for me.
Pfeifsolo
If I die alone upon the water.
Not return to warmth and love and thee,
when you walk the strand
and tiny wavelets kiss your feet.
Then will you stand
and say a little prayer for me.
When you walk the strand
and tiny wavelets kiss your feet.
Then will you stand
and say a little prayer for me.
Just a little prayer, for me.
Just a little prayer for me.
For me. . .
Just say a little prayer for me.
