"The Rose"
Jack Settle Lyrics
On a stroll through a field full of flowers gone wild
I went searching for a flower to call mine
Surrounded by gold, I stood there beguiled
Ignoring the treasure that hid in plain sight
A single rose, blooming from the thorns
Crimson petals and pure to the core
Alive, undying, beautifully thriving
But fool’s gold was what my heart was searching for
And I picked a wildflower and ran from the rose
I couldn’t see past the thorns, I suppose
Forever, I’ll regret the flower I chose
I picked a wildflower and ran from the rose
On my windowsill, in a jar full of water
I laid the wild one to be close to me
But in less than a day, she lost all her blossoms
The wildest of things can’t be tamed ’til they’re free
And I picked a wildflower and ran from the rose
I couldn’t see past the thorns, I suppose
Forever, I’ll regret the flower I chose
I picked a wildflower and ran from the rose
And I picked a wildflower and ran from the rose
I couldn’t see past the thorns, I suppose
Forever, I’ll regret the flower I chose
I picked a wildflower and ran from the rose
I picked a wildflower and I let you go
Songwriters:
Jack Washington Settle
Christopher Royden Myers
I went searching for a flower to call mine
Surrounded by gold, I stood there beguiled
Ignoring the treasure that hid in plain sight
A single rose, blooming from the thorns
Crimson petals and pure to the core
Alive, undying, beautifully thriving
But fool’s gold was what my heart was searching for
And I picked a wildflower and ran from the rose
I couldn’t see past the thorns, I suppose
Forever, I’ll regret the flower I chose
I picked a wildflower and ran from the rose
On my windowsill, in a jar full of water
I laid the wild one to be close to me
But in less than a day, she lost all her blossoms
The wildest of things can’t be tamed ’til they’re free
And I picked a wildflower and ran from the rose
I couldn’t see past the thorns, I suppose
Forever, I’ll regret the flower I chose
I picked a wildflower and ran from the rose
And I picked a wildflower and ran from the rose
I couldn’t see past the thorns, I suppose
Forever, I’ll regret the flower I chose
I picked a wildflower and ran from the rose
I picked a wildflower and I let you go
Songwriters:
Jack Washington Settle
Christopher Royden Myers
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