My eyes then catch a glimpse of a tall shadow at the end of the trail. Nearer and nearer to the unknown I go, That I finally found what I was looking for. My love at the end of the path. Unaware of the watching eyes. They stop by a spot, And stay there for a while.
Time goes by and the seeds grow Into the most beautiful of roses.
Red as blood, Glowing as fire. Withstanding the desert heat And the harsh weather. The warmth it gives. Oh desert rose, I can see the fire of your color, A glimpse of your flames. Oh desert rose, I can hear all the stories that you tell of the desert, Stories of love.