Dear Friends

What a lovely memory this song brings from the distant past. Janet Guest (19th May) has written the version exactly as I remember it, except that when I learned it (some 50 years ago!) there was a second verse as follows:

Said the boy, "I'll pick you now",
On the moorland growing;
Said the rose, "I'll prick you now,
"That you may remember how
Sad I was at going".
Soft red rose, red rose of May
On the moorland growing.

May the God whose tender touch created the rose keep you in the love and grace of His Son Jesus Christ.