An Everlasting Rose, words & music by Herb Tyson

March 2, 2014 22:22 – 22:22

This is a song I wrote for my mother, who died on February 16, 2014. This is a recording from the public premiere of this song last night at Mount Vernon Unitarian Church’s annual variety show. I was a little shaky because I’ve never performed this song publicly before.

 

MP3: An Everlasting Rose, ©2007 by Herb Tyson

 

 

Silver hair, once black as coal, and a heart made of pure gold.

Tiny lines where wisdom’s written on her face.

Sweet and pure, aged like fine wine, and love that father time,

And an eternity could never erase.

 

A mother’s love, a tender touch, always means so much,

Her heart is always big enough to share.

No matter who, no matter why, her heart would open wide,

At times nobody else seemed to care.

 

A mother’s love, grows and grows, like an everlasting rose,

But it’s a rose that doesn’t have a thorn,

A mother’s heart, goes on and on, like a never-ending song.

The sweetest thing this Earth has ever borne.

 

A mother’s work, is never done; no, it goes on and on,

A mother’s heart never gets a day of rest.

It never ends, it stays the same, yes it always remains,

‘Cause she always has to do the thing that’s best.

 

A mother’s love, grows and grows, like an everlasting rose,

But it’s a rose that doesn’t have a thorn,

A mother’s heart, goes on and on, like a never ending song.

The sweetest thing this Earth has ever borne.

 

Silver hair, once black as coal, and a heart made of pure gold.

Tiny lines where wisdom’s written on her face.

Sweet and pure, aged like fine wine, and love that father time,

And an eternity could never erase.

 

A mother’s love, grows and grows, like an everlasting rose,

But it’s a rose that doesn’t have a thorn,

A mother’s heart, goes on and on, like a never ending song.

The sweetest thing this Earth has ever borne.


 

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