Roses for Columbus - Mark Fry

Roses for Columbus

He’s found another land

Oysters from the children

Fall between their hands

Roses for Columbus

Who sleeps on virgin sands

Flowers from the children

Fall between their hands

He lies upon their hands

And tells them what he saw

To his health they drink his eastern rum

And dance upon the shore

And when there’s silence

And only the ocean sound

He gently turns his bearded head

«You know the worlds is round»

Fingers full of eastrn rings

Pockets full of gold

Open up his yellow map

You’ll find anothr fold

Roses for Columbus

Who sails with silk and lace

Behind unknown horizons

He’ll find another face