It Grows Until It Reaches Top,
And Then Back Down It Goes
It Looks To Be A Wall Of Red
And In The Breeze It Flows
The First Rose Arbor To Be Built,
Was Placed Upon A Hill
And There The Rose Of Sharon,
His Holy Blood Did Spill
The Arbor Was The Cross Of Christ,
The Rose God's Holy Son
And With The Hanging Of This Rose,
The Holy Battle Won
Now The Rose Upon The Arbor,
Each Fall Does Fade And Die
But In Spring They're Like The Son Of God,
They Rise Up For The Sky
Next Time You See An Arbor,
Of Red Roses Growing Free
Remember The Holy Rose Of God,
That Hung There Just For Thee.
Written by S.R. Elwood
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