My friend had walked her ways of life: My friend came to me sighing: "O take what I've brought out of this life, A little yellow rose." 5 My friend at night grew troubled with life, And troubled my heart with sighing: "O take what I've brought out of this life, A little yellow rose." She came at midnight, and at midnight stayed, 10 Our eyes never done with sighing. In her dropping hand she held and gave A little yellow rose. Oh take what I've brought out of this life, A little yellow rose
From the collection "A Volcano Island"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.