Precious winter rose
Beautiful and rare
Precious winter rose
In the garden there
Now there's only thorns
In the garden there
All of the petals are tattered and torn
Scattered everywhere
And the hand that crushed the winter rose was mine
Yes the hand that crushed the winter rose was mine
Yes the hand that crushed the winter rose was mine
Was mine
Yes the hand that crushed the winter rose was mine
Was mine
Was mine
Writer(s): Mark Edward Cascian Nevin, Bernard Edwards, Eddi Reader, Roy Dodds
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