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I ventured a walk one early May morning,
With the dew on the ground as the sunshine it beamed;
I spied a wild rose growing there on the mountain,
My heart skipped a beat for this vision I seen.
Oh, Labrador Rose, you're the rarest of flowers,
You blossom and grow by the cold northern stream;
For the rest of my life I will stay here beside you,
Oh, Labrador Rose, you are one living dream.
In the flower I saw the face of my darling,
The petals, her hair and the perfume, her smile;
The stem of the rose was her body so slender,
As it reached out for life in the rich mountain soil.
Oh, Labrador Rose, you're the rarest of flowers,
You blossom and grow by the cold northern stream;
For the rest of my life I will stay here beside you,
Oh, Labrador Rose, you are one living dream.
Each morning I walk through the dew and the sunshine,
To be with my flower that grows on the moor;
There's nothing around can compare with her beauty,
Oh, flower, so rare, you'll be mine evermore.
Oh, Labrador Rose, you're the rarest of flowers,
You blossom and grow by the cold northern stream;
For the rest of my life I will stay here beside you,
Oh, Labrador Rose, you are one living dream.
Oh, Labrador Rose, you are one living dream.
