The Western Rose

The Western Rose blows in the breeze

On the sun dawned grass amidst the trees

The dawn sun shines upon the river

Where upon the two lovers shiver

The young doe grazes without a care

While the stallion chases the mare

The blue birds sing about love and peace

An uncle plays with his niece

Green and yellow, red and pink

All the colours of the rainbow linked.

The Western Rose, old and withered

On the ground, sad and dithered

The black sun reflects on the old riverbed

No water left that isn't red

The deer and the hunter upon the riverbank

The arrow that shot and sank

The hawk that preys for hate and war

The innocent against the law

Black and white, dull and grey

The Western Rose? Let us prey.