Our Yellow Rose appeared one day. It came to bless us on our way.
And when we saw that little bud appear, to that flower we drew ever near.
Yellow Rose, Oh don’t you know, how we watched you grow.
You bloomed into a very lovely flower, affecting everyone you’d know.
You were no ordinary flower that would just bloom in the spring.
For our Rose was to become a fragrant blossom of the King.
Yes, there were thorns along the way, but they never marred you much.
For the beauty that was in your heart, it went way beyond their touch.
The bud then closed, the thorns fell off. It was troubling in our sight
Till the Lord said that our little flower, “She is risen this very night.”
Roses bloom for a few days, yet it is wondrous to behold
That our Little Rose is planted where the streets are made of purest gold.
Yellow Rose, Oh don’t you know, how we love you so.
You were with us such a short while. We were sad to see you go.
We question why you’re gone now, but of this we both agree,
Our Yellow Rose left a while ago, but her fragrance lingers here.
Yellow Rose, we all now know, you are way beyond the sky.
You are blooming in a brand new place: A Place Where Roses Never Die.