Myrrh, spices and frankincense
Is the carpet beneath your feet
Night falls slowly
And a wind of rose blows
Let me whisper a song for you slowly
A song of love
Dawn and the dove coos
Your hair is full of dewdrops
Your lips are as roses unto the morning
I will pick them for myself..."
Erev Shel Shoshanim - Evening of Roses
A Rendition by Nina Mouskouris:
