Have you seen the morning Rose
her tenderness every wher she goes
Have you seen her smiling face
her lovely eyes and gentle embrase.
Have you noticed how she walks
and have you listened how she talks
When the afternoon sun goes down
her grace is still around.
When the evenings shadows grow
her charming delight start to glow
Then she whispers in the wind
loving me can never be a sin
In the heat of the darkest night
she lies her body by his sight
and gladly gives him all her love
the morning Rose and the stars above.
Sigurjón Gunnarsson Thailand 2001.
her tenderness every wher she goes
Have you seen her smiling face
her lovely eyes and gentle embrase.
Have you noticed how she walks
and have you listened how she talks
When the afternoon sun goes down
her grace is still around.
When the evenings shadows grow
her charming delight start to glow
Then she whispers in the wind
loving me can never be a sin
In the heat of the darkest night
she lies her body by his sight
and gladly gives him all her love
the morning Rose and the stars above.
Sigurjón Gunnarsson Thailand 2001.