Interpret:

Patti Smith

Album:

Trampin'

Mother rose 
Every little morn'
To tend to me 
There she stood
Waiting by the door 
Selflessly


Took my hand 
Took it with a smile tenderly
Mother rose 
Every little morn'
To tend to me 
Now's the time
To turn the view 
Now that I have you


And I'll rise 
Every little morn'
To tend to thee 
When you rise
Open up your eyes 
You will see
There I'll be 
Waiting by the door
Come to me 
Take my hand
Look into your heart 
There I'll be


Now's the time 
To turn the view
Now that I have you


Now's the time 
To turn the view
Now that I have you


Roses growing by my door 
Climbing up the vine
All the thorns and pain obscured 
Roses shall divine
Where we feel no pain 
And the love inside
Where roses climb 
Roses shall divine
Roses shall divine 
Holy mother
Mother of gold 
Mother with stories
Told and retold 
She felt our tears
Heard our sighs 
And turned to gold
Before our eyes 
She rose into the light
She rose into the light 
She rose into the light