There Is a Flower Songtext
von John Rutter

There is a flow′r sprung of a tree,
The root thereof is called Jesse,
A flow'r of price;
There is nons such in paradise.

This flow′r is fair and fresh of hue,
It fadeth never, but ever is new;
The blessed brandh this flow'r on gres
Was Mary mild that bere Jesu;
A flow'r of grace;
Against all sorrow it is solace.

The seed hereof was Goddes sand,
That God himself sowed with his hand,
In Nazareth that holy land,
Amidst her arbour a maiden found;
This blessed flow′r
Sprang never but in Mary′s bower.


When Gabriel this maid did meet,
With 'Ave Maria′ he did her greet;
Between them two this flow'r was set
And safe was kept, no man should wit,
Till on a day in
Bethlem it could spread and spray.

When that fair flow′r began to spread
And his sweet blosom began to bed,
Then rich and poor of ev'ry land
Marvelled how this flow′r might spread,
Till kinges three
That blessed flower came to see.

Alleluia, alleluia. .

Angels there came from heaven's tower
To look upon this freshele flow'r,
How fair he was in his colour
And how sweet in his savour;
And to behold
How such a flow′r might spring in gold.

There is a flow′r sprung of a tree,
The root thereof is called Jesse,
A flow'r of price;
There is none such in paradise.