Song About A Rose

This is a song about a rose
 Or perhaps it's a song about the shadow of a rose
 In the morning the apple sellers congregate on corners of their own
 But you and I we sing our song about a rose or perhaps the shadow of a rose
 With the children of Fribourg and the good thief standing by
 We consort in silent rendezvous and call the world a lie
 When our song is but a candle that will one day burn away
 The children of Fribourg cannot hear what we say
 This is a song about a rose
 Of lonely caravans whispering to God
 To chain the world in prose
 But people are not singers and life is not a song
 And even God can only guess
 Why or where or when or if
 The answers all belong
 And you and I we sing our song about a rose
 Or perhaps the shadow of a rose