Squire Parsons - The broken rose

^FWords cannot describe its beaut^Bby as upon the stem it^F grows Matchless in its glory, the te^Gnder little r^Cose ^FWhen its petals are broken, its gre^Bbatest beauty it sh^Fows For sweeter the fra^Dmgrance o^Cf the broken R^Fose

^FThe most beautiful Rose was br^Bboken o^Amne d^Gmay ^FNailed to a tree on a hi^G7ll far a^Cway ^FForsaken by His friends, br^Bbuised ^Amby ^GmHis f^Foes How sweet is the fra^Dmgrance of he^Caven's sweet R^Fose

Then t^Fhey laid that broken Rose in ^Bba borrowed tomb^F But on the third d^Dmay, that R^Gose again did bl^Coom ^FNow to the heights of heaven, down ^Bbto the deepest h^Fell The fragrance of heaven's Ro^Dmse cont^Cinually d^Fwells

^FThe most beautiful Rose was br^Bboken o^Amne d^Gmay ^FNailed to a tree on a hi^G7ll far a^Cway ^FForsaken by His friends, br^Bbuised ^Amby ^GmHis f^Foes How sweet is the fra^Dmgrance of he^Caven's sweet R^Fose

^FForsaken by His friends, br^Bbuised ^Amby ^GmHis f^Foes How sweet is the fra^Dmgrance of he^Caven's sweet R^Fose