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Of a treasure I had heard, the rarest rose upon this earth
its grace and beauty with no other could compare
And of this rose of which I heard, where it grows I had to learn
on the road I’d go, this journey I would dareTo the north lands I did go, filled with silver and with gold
precious metals that so many died to seek
And of this rose they all had heard, but where it grows no one had learned
So I journeyed on convinced my quest was not completeTo the east I journeyed then, to the mountains and the sand
sparkling gems they quarried, gifts from mother earth
And of this rose they all had heard, but where it grows no one had learned
so I journeyed on convinced of my quests worthTo the south with sun so bright, with graceful ladies, noble knights
they blessed my quest and hurried me along
And of this rose they all had heard, but where it grows no one had learned
and for this endless quest I journeyed onBack to my home I go, by the ocean I did roam
tears filled my eyes, my quest was all in vain
For of this rose of which I’d heard, where it grows I had not learned
and for this quest my heart was filled with painThen a voice near me did sing, through the air the song did ring
and I followed it in wonder to a throne
There was the rose of which I’d heard, in this land of kingdoms birth
thus end the quest for our own Misty Rose.
The West Kingdom History Website was created by and is maintained by Hirsch von Henford (mka Ken Mayer).