No rose, no gifts, no vows,
not now, not now.
No hope, no tears, no grief,
not now, not now.
To wait, to know, an end
must be, will be,
And turn to God and ask,
spare her, spare me,
And know the fear that comes
to her, to me,
To wait to know the end
must be, will be,
And find, despite the pain.
a laugh, a smile,
To find before my eyes
her face, her smile,
Can give to me the strength
to still endure,
And live without my hope,
my vows, my rose.