Caroline Herring - The wild rose

When you are ^Chidden from ^Emme When I ^Ccannot feel the beating of my ^Dheart ^GWalk me where ^Cwild things ^Emgrow Where ^Ggrace and light sur^Dround ^Gme

^DThere I'll see my ^Cwild, wild ^Grose A^Emblaze in ^Gall her glo^Dry ^GChoosing what be^Cfore I ^Emchose The ^Cblessings of life's ^Dboun^Gty ^{D G}

Light wraps you ^Cas you ^Emstand Oh, ^Csacred stem in mortal ^Dflame ^GGreat roots of ^Cnight they ^Emgrow The ^Gthings that hide come ^Dout a^Ggain

^DCome to me my ^Cwild, wild ^Grose A^Emblaze in ^Gall your glo^Dry ^GChoosing what be^Cfore I ^Emchose The ^Cblessings of life's ^Dboun^Emty The ^Fblessings of life's ^Dboun^Gty