A Maid and Muse, She Sings Like Rose

I. A maid and muse, she sings like Rose; who inspires me to write this song that trills a sound which sweetly flows. A maid and muse, she sings like Rose; a ray of hope who comes and goes when the time's neither right nor wrong. A maid and muse, she sings like Rose; who inspires me to write this song. II. This song, that pipes from heart to heart, must trill a sound which sweetly flows in ways that make Pierian art; this song, that pipes from heart to heart, brings us closer though we're apart; a maid and muse, she sings like Rose: whose song, that pipes from heart to heart, trills a soft sound which sweetly flows.