My Rose of Palestine

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My Rose of Palestine lyrics:

Near the old stone gates of Jerusalem,
Where the pilgrims pass each day;
There's a quaint old-fashioned coffee-house
Where they rest on their weary way.
It was there amid the quiet and shade;
It was there I met a beautiful maid,
And they called this maid "The Rose of Palestine,"
My little Rose.

When the olive trees are blooming
Just beyond the city gates,
I am going back to meet her,
To my Rose, for I know that she still waits;
And when the other pilgrims worship their shrine
I'm going back to worship this Rose of mine;
In my heart I've built a garden,
For my Rose of Palestine.

There's a road that runs by Jerusalem,
Just a road of rocks and sand,
Yet no sweeter path to Paradise
Could be built by mortal hand.
It was there I used to stroll with my love;
It was there beneath the bright stars above
That she promised me She'd be forever mine;
My little Rose.Composer: Abe OlmanLyricist: Dave Radford