• The scarlet rose begins to bloom
    As twilight here begins to loom
    Silence breaks between your ears
    For what is this that you here
    All you can hear is my voice
    Calling you to rejoice
    Think of me, your love
    As sweet cherubs flutter from above
    Look inside and you shall see
    That this is how it should be
    Through we are far
    We are near
    I shall lift all your fears
    And as you begin to tear
    Think of me, my love
    And as your dream under the sycamore
    Think of me forevermore.