The Rose and the Briar (Alan Taylor) Beware the dream that turns to greed When the flower rejects the seed When the lover does not yearn For the swallow's swift return Too late the lesson has been learned The flowers withered the letters burned The fond embrace is just a breeze Like the touch of falling leaves Chorus Take this broken heart of mine Throw it out like sour wine Let it burn upon the fire For you're the rose and I'm the briar And now the years are rolling on And I think of what is gone For what I gained I do not care And what I lost I hold most dear Published by Homestate Music Source: Allan Taylor 'Win or Lose' t.records t.001 SX apr00
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