When the kiddo moved to Europe, her Dad and Grandpa helped her move her stuff home. They set her potted rose on top of the load in the back of a pickup and during the trip, all the leaves blew off the poor little thing.
She said, it's still alive.
I shoved it into a corner of the living room, and surprise, it's about to bloom.
And I'll bet you think of her every time you see it. It looks like a Lincoln rose, with that deep dark color. A rose in the wintertime. We sing a song with that phrase in the refrain: come sing a song with me, it's called. "I'll bring you hope, when hope is hard to find, and I'll bring a song to sing and a rose in the wintertime."
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