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The White Rose. The first time I met you, my darling Your face was as fair as the rose, But now your dear face has grown paler As pale as the lily white rose. Chorus. I love the White Rose in its splendour I love the White Rose in its bloom I love the White Rose so fair as she grows. It’s the rose that reminds me of you.
"The Rose" is a pop song written by Amanda McBroom. ... one in black and white and the other in color. It shows the emotions and events leading up to a couple's ...
The lyrics feature Rose singing "Ask yourself / Why I would choose / To prostitute myself / To live with fortune and shame.” [4] The song was described by Loudwire as "blending classical orchestrations and electro-beats with blistering guitar solos and some of [Rose's] highest pitched shrieking."
Van Lear Rose is the forty-second solo studio album by American country music singer-songwriter Loretta Lynn. It was released on April 27, 2004, by Interscope Records . The album was produced by Jack White .
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White is the blossom as the snow on the ben. Hear now freedom's call, we'll make a solemn vow. Now by the roses o' Prince Charlie. (Verse 1) Fight again at Bannockburn, your battle axe to wield, Fight with your grandsires at Flodden's bloody field. Fight at Culloden, the bonnie prince to shield, Fight by the roses o' Prince Charlie. (Chorus ...
White Rose Movement were a post-punk/electro band from London, England.The band was named after the German anti-Nazi resistance movement White Rose.They mixed the post-punk style and attitude of early bands of the genre such as Joy Division, the Sound, Killing Joke and the Chameleons with a more New Romantic image reminiscent of bands like Duran Duran, Depeche Mode and A Flock of Seagulls.
That made me love Mary the Rose of Tralee. In the far fields of India, 'mid war's dreadful thunders, Her voice was a solace and comfort to me, But the chill hand of death has now rent us asunder, I'm lonely tonight for the Rose of Tralee. She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer, Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me;