A Rose In December
Montserrat Caballé & Gino Vannelli
A rose, a cross, a flickering light
A brave face, cold and white
A voice, hushed by Heaven's right
All too soon
Fool am I to grand this life meaning
To dream dreams not worth dreaming
While Angels of Death are silently scheming
Let me lay my hand upon your breast
And whisper sins unconfessed
I beg God in my loneliness
Tell me why
Why one so young and tender
Crushed like a rose in December
Lost forever and ever
I will be there when your heart calls on me
Down from a star on a wind from the highest Heaven
I will fly, now don't you cry
Why one so young and tender
Crushed like a rose in December
Lost forever and ever
I will be there when your heart calls on me
Down from a star on a wind from the highest Heaven
I will fly, now don't you cry
