The wind blew by the trees, so close,
I came down there, where the river flows
While past the path the jungle grows,
The path I knew which no one knows,

The wind, through this wall of trees,
Blew by the leaves so close,
Sunshine never crept inside,
In the forest where the river flows,

In the forest there lived a rose,
With her thorns all turned inside,
The river asked if I would know,
Where the rose had gone to hide,

I was a stranger to these parts,
And no one dared follow me,
Passing by these dark woods,
Did the river set me free,

Through the trees I saw a light,
More lovely than the thorny rose,
When life tried to lose the fight,
When effort seemed to come to close,

Tender and lovely is the rose,
With her thorns sharp and strong,
When they stop from coming close,
The distance is far too long,

I said,” Could you bloom here a little while,
For I will sit here to see".
The rose looked and raised her head,
And looked upon me tenderly,

"Who shall ever say to me,
'Your life, it has no love',
The Lord showers his Divine grace,
And His divine love from above",

The Grace which made the seed a tree,
And then a seed once more,
Blesses me and sets me free,
Leads this boat unto the shore

Through the clearing I see the flood,
And hoped it was unclear again,
For I could pass this raging river,
Which I had fed with rain,

The tree it stands for ever so long,
Stands rooted to the spot,
Seeing the world and its many ways,
While itself comes to naught,

Who shall ever say to me,
"Your life, it has no love",
The Lord showers his Divine grace,
And His divine love from above,

The Grace which made the seed a tree,
And then a seed once more,
Blesses me and sets me free,
Leads this boat unto the shore