The perfect rose died on a cross
He gave his life to save the lost
And at the garden two angels would sing
For he arose to bloom eternally
Him viewed the lamb the fields are green
There’s no cold life it’s always spring
Flowers fill the air with sweet perfume
And angels sing where flowers bloom
A mother knelt down on her knees
In her pray garden planting seeds
Then the angels sang a glorious tune
For the seeds she’d sewn
Had finally bloomed
Him viewed the lamb the fields are green
There’s no cold life it’s always spring
Flowers fill the air with sweet perfume
And angels sing where flowers bloom
And angels sing where flowers bloom