That old Damascus rose
You gaze upon, it's not what you've been told
That old Damascus rose
The petals fall, our eyes no longer closed
And the secrets of which we find
Are now calling you to higher thoughts and higher ways of life
And there you grow, Damascus rose
Behold the flash of fire
A voice is heard, our cares have all expired
And the secrets of which we find
Are now calling you to higher thoughts and higher ways of life
And there you grow, Damascus rose
Right now, the pastime is always