The Rose of Albion – A Song for the Order of the Rose

Grown in one land alone
Where proud winds have blown
There’s not a flower born of the shower
Braver than Albion’s own
Though gales of winter blow
Piercing hail and snow
Shining it stays bright as in days of yore
Old Albion’s pride still blossoms
Fresh on Albion’s shore

Rose of Albion thou shall fade not here
Proud and bright from growing year to year
Red shall thy petals be as rich wine untold
Shared by thy warriors who served thee of old

Rose of Albion breathing Albion’s air
Flower of chivalry beyond compare
While hand and heart endure to cherish thy prime
Thou shalt blossom to the end of time

Rose of Albion thou shall fade not here
Proud and bright from growing year to year
Red shall thy petals be as rich wine untold
Shared by thy warriors who served thee of old

Rose of Albion breathing Albion’s air
Flower of liberty beyond compare
While hand and heart endure to cherish thy prime
Thou shalt blossom to the end of time