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Where shall I find a white rose blowing ? Out in the garden where all sweets be. But out in my garden the snow was snowing, And never a white rose opened for me, Nought but snow and wind were blowing And snowing. Where shall I find a red rose budding ? Out in the garden where all things grow. But out in my garden a flood was flooding And never a red rose began to blow. Out in a flooding what should be budding ? All flooding ! Now is winter and now is sorrow, No roses but only thorns to-day : Thorns will put on roses to-morrow, Winter and sorrow scudding away. No more winter and no more sorrow To-morrow.
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Text Authorship:
- by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Penny Rodriguez , "Where Shall I Find a Rose" [ voice and piano ]
Publisher: JW Pepper [external link]  [sung text not yet checked] - by Cyril Meir Scott (1879 - 1970), "To-morrow", published 1927 [ voice and piano ], London : Elkin [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Demain", copyright © 2026, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Robbert Muuse
This text was added to the website: 2011-09-17
Line count: 18
Word count: 117
Où trouverai-je une rose blanche en fleur ? Dans le jardin où tout est parfumé. Mais dans mon jardin, la neige tombait, Et jamais une rose blanche ne s'est ouverte pour moi, Seuls soufflaient la neige et le vent Et il neigeait Où trouverai-je une rose rouge en bouton ? Dans le jardin où toutes choses poussent. Mais une inondation recouvrait mon jardin, Et jamais une rose rouge n'a commencé à s'épanouir. Que pourrait bien bourgeonner dans une inondation ? Tout est inondé ! Maintenant c’est l’hiver et le chagrin, Aujourd’hui pas de roses, mais seulement des épines : Les épines se couvriront de roses demain, L’hiver et le chagrin s’enfuiront. Plus d’hiver et plus de chagrin Demain
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- a text in English by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894)
This text was added to the website: 2026-06-17
Line count: 18
Word count: 113
