When you find you're all alone And the doubts of love have found you Though the clouds are all around you There's a rose Love will come and love will go Do not waste another hour There is beauty in a flower Like the rose L'important c'est la rose... Every one must play our part In this world that keeps on spinning And the time will come for winning If we wait There's a petal and a thorn There is beauty in each flower And we all must stay together Like the rose For as sure as there's the sky And the Sun so high above us There is one who's meant to love us In this world There is rhythm to our lives There is rhyme and there is reason And we all must bide our season Like the rose
I fell in love with this song in its original French veresion. Written and released by Gilbert Becaud in 1963, he sang this more uptempo as a light, breezy ballad. I prefer this style which I feel is more suited to the lyrics. Note that the English adaption is not at all a translation of the original French. That had 4 verses and was sung to an orphan just struggling to get by. The English adaptation is sung to a person trying to find love. I love the harmonies of this arrangement but almost all of the notes are sung on the beat. Would prefer more notes off the beat. My favorite version is the following by Jane Olivor. ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-QAsZOFI2h7g.html&ab_channel=GenevaJohnson
When you find you're all alone And the doubts of love have found you Though the clouds are all around you There's a rose Love will come and love will go Do not waste another hour There is beauty in a flower Like the rose L'important c'est la rose... Every one must play our part In this world that keeps on spinning And the time will come for winning If we wait There's a petal and a thorn There is beauty in each flower And we all must stay together Like the rose For as sure as there's the sky And the Sun so high above us There is one who's meant to love us In this world There is rhythm to our lives There is rhyme and there is reason And we all must bide our season Like the rose
