WHITE GROWS THE LILY
White grows the lily,
Red grows the rose.
Here lies my laddie,
See how he grows.
One day he'll leave me,
To cross shadowed sea.
Pray god protect him,
Keep him safe with me.
The rose shows its wisdoms,
From love lost on youth.
Protector of passions,
And solider of truth.
For royal resplendence,
I bow to its bloom.
But thorns rest beneath it,
And there lies my doom.
White grows the lily,
Red grows the rose.
Here lies my laddie,
See how he grows.
Soon must he leave me,
To cross shadowed sea.
Pray god protect him,
Let him stay free.
The lily knows little,
But innocence scorned.
On banner of blood shed,
For villains adorned.
Like pale ghosts in moonlight,
I fear for their fate.
To grow on a gravesite,
May yet be too late.
White grows the lily,
Red grows the rose.
Here lies my laddie,
See how he grows.
Now he must leave me,
And cross shadowed sea.
Pray god protect him,
Return him to me.
This garden is weary,
Its soil is tolled.
For decades in turmoil,
Its left bled for gold.
My son is a child,
But man he'll soon be.
With red rose upon him,
He'll die by lily.
White grows the lily,
Red grows the rose.
Here lies my laddie,
Oh how the wind blows!
Now he has left me,
To lie neath green lee.
Pray god protect him,
Keep him safe for me