The Crown of Roses (Legend) (Chansons pour la jeunesse #50)

THE CROWN OF ROSES (THE LEGEND)
(e minor)

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 drew 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.

Music Accredited to: Pyotr Ilich Tchaikovsky (1840-1893)
Words of: Alexei Plechtcheev

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Music

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• Tchaikowsky
• Pyotr Ilyich; Plechtceev

[Andore23]

WTF!!! o_O