The Golden Rose

Legend has it

There’s a golden rose

That if you can find it,

And give it to your steadfast love

Then they’ll be yours forever

So I set out to find the golden rose

I traveled near and far

To find one to give to my love

I looked high and low

Under and over

I was just deciding that

The golden rose was just a myth

When I saw a golden glow

From the least expected place

Up ahead and under a sycamore tree

I found that which I was looking for

So, I found one that

Was just starting to bud

And I picked a golden rose

For my true love

I headed back to see

If the legend were true, you see

To find my true love in the arms of another

Was the last thing I desired

So I guess it was all a myth after all