作词 : DeBurgh
Hear my voice and listen well, and a story 
I will tell, 
How duty brought a broken heart, and why a love so strong 
Must fall apart; 
She was lovely, she was fine, daughter of a royal line, 
He, no equal, but for them it mattered little for they were in love; 
Rose of England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun, 
Rose of England, have a care, for where the thorn is, 
There the blood will run; 
Oh my heart, oh my heart; 
Through the summer days and nights, stolen kisses and delights 
Would thrill their hearts and fill their dreams with all emotions 
That true love can bring; 
But black of mourning came one day, when her sister passed away, 
And many said on bended knee, she has gone, and you must be our 
Queen; Rose of 
England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun, 
Rose of England, have a care, for where the thorn is, 
There the blood will run; 
Oh my heart, oh my heart; 
To the abbey she did ride, with her lover by her side, 
When they heard the church bells ring, she was 
Queen And one day, he'd be 
King; But men of malice, men of hate, protesting to her chambers came, "A foreign prince will have your hand, for he'll bring peace And riches to our land;" 
She said, "Do you tell me that I cannot wed the one I love? Do you tell me that I am not mistress of my heart?" 
And so with heavy weight of life she kissed her lover one last time, "This land I wed, and no man comes, for if I cannot have you, I'll have None;" 
Rose of England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun, 
Rose of England have a care, for where the thorn is, 
There the blood will run; 
Oh my heart, oh my heart.