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!