And after all, I even ate the rose
Othmar Schoeck
And after all, I even ate the rose
The one they lay in my stiff hand!
That I would ever eat roses -
I never would have thought it in my life!
The only thing I'd like to know is: was it red
or white a rose I ate -
Day by day give us of Your bread, oh Lord,
And, if You may, keep us away from the Evil one!