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