Full Lyrics
VERSE 1
When Jesus Christ was yet a child
He had a garden small and wild,
Wherein he cherished roses fair,
And wove them into garlands there.
VERSE 2
Now once, as summertime drew nigh,
There came a troop of children by,
And seeing roses on the tree,
With shouts they plucked them merrily.
VERSE 3
"Do you bind roses in your hair?"
They cried, in scorn, to Jesus there.
The boy said humbly: "Take, I pray,
All but the naked thorns away".
VERSE 4
Then of the thorns they made a crown,
and with rough fingers pressed it down,
Till on his forehead fair and young
Red drops of blood like roses sprung.
