MY ROSE OF PALESTINE
Type
Song
Composer
Abe Olman
Lyricist
Dave Radford
Publisher
Forster Music Publisher
Cover Artist
Starmer
Lyrics

Near the old stone gates of Jerusalem,
Where the pilgrims pass each day;
There's a quaint old-fashioned coffee-house
Where they rest on their weary way.
It was there amid the quiet and shade;
It was there I met a beautiful maid,
And they called this maid "The Rose of Palestine,"
My little Rose.

CHORUS:
When the olive trees are blooming
Just beyond the city gates,
I am going back to meet her,
To my Rose, for I know that she still waits;
And when the other pilgrims worship their shrine
I'm going back to worship this Rose of mine;
In my heart I've built a garden,
For my Rose of Palestine.

There's a road that runs by Jerusalem,
Just a road of rocks and sand,
Yet no sweeter path to Paradise
Could be built by mortal hand.
It was there I used to stroll with my love;
It was there beneath the bright stars above
That she promised me She'd be forever mine;
My little Rose.

Country
Palestine (pre-1948)