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PETER I TCHAIKOVSKY - THE CROWN OF ROSES
RFMS ARCHIVES - SPRING 2005




Music used: 100 Carols for Choirs

The Crown of Roses

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Lyrics

When Jesus Christ was yet a child
He had a garden small and wild,
Wherein he cherished roses fair,
And wove them into garlands there.

Now once, as summertime grew nigh,
There came a troop of children by,
And seeing roses on the tree,
With shouts they plucked them merrily.

“Do you bind roses in your hair?”
They cried, in scorn, to Jesus there.
The boy said humbly: “Take, I pray,
All but the naked thorns away.”

Then of the thorns they made a crown,
And with rough fingers pressed it down,
‘ Till on his forehead fair and young
Red drops of blood like roses sprung.