There is a garden that stands
On the east side of these lands
That sits in sunrise beauty.
And there the white rose grows
With the flowers that often doze
And dream and dream and dream.

What flower of love
calls out to a beating heart?
But repels thee with its thorns?

Oh is it love in only memory?
In beaten wind-torn memory?
Shipping flowers to the sea
Shipping flowers to the sea
Though the rose forever grows