I Brilliant red encased in morning dew Effulgent in the dull bayou All is silent in the tranquil air So different from the hellish nightmare Of the hussle and bussle of city life Out here among the wildlife A single spark of beauty Absolutely beyond reality The first rays of sunlight peeking over the horizon Breathless glamour, set to enliven Yes, it is without question The rose is the lucky one II The peace is but yet a guise As thunder clouds form in the skies For under those verdant covers Lies several sneaky lovers Oh what deceiving beauty to Fool the mind in this dreary venue For nothing is ever as it seems Except, of course, in dreams It draws in love mercilessly So people simply say blankly Yes, it is without question The rose is the lucky one III** Rain drops glimmer on the leaves As the sun is pulled down beyond the trees The stars come out And not a noise can be heard throughout Will the rose ever shine as bright As they who twinkle throughout the night Its marvelous beauty is diminished As the day is finished The darkness whispers good night, a silent farewell Silence ringing much like a bell Upon the night falling, Without a single warning, The rose falls into an endless slumber With the rise of the sun, it will no longer Grow stronger Death takes yet another toll And as I go for my evening stroll In my mind, there is but a lone question: Is the rose the lucky one?