A rose in the snow
A child of the summertime
If I touch its crimson cheek,
Who's to say it isn't there at all?
A voice in the wind
The whisper of miracles
How often I pity those
Who will never hear it call!
Why measure the size of life
Merely by the things you see?
When deep in the eyes of life
There's a world beyond a world
For all the pure of heart to find
A world beyond a world
Past the horizons of your mind
If you can see the rose,
Can I say it isn't there at all?
Why measure the size of life
Merely by the things you see?
When deep in the eyes of life
There's a world beyond a world
For all the pure of heart to find
A world beyond a world
Past the horizons of your mind
If you can see the rose,
Can I say it isn't there at all?