The Nottingham Rose Poem by Red Locust

In the fields of Romania she toils
Dreaming of England and her spires
She undertook the long journey
After spending all her saved money
To a new world a new beginning
The chimes of the church bells bellow her winning

On the cold saturday night there she awaits
At the helm of the lions of Nottingham square
The lights are bright and merry as always
Laughter bellows from the pubs and hallways
She clutches in her hand those dark red roses
Waiting for love and then one approaches
'Please Sir buy one ' she says
Buy this rose for the love of your life
Buy this rose for your lovely wife

As shes sees the couple walk away
She dreams of her hand with her love being swayed
There she waits again once more
Waiting for another love to walk through the door
The cold and snow she braves in her clothes
There in the square she is the Nottingham Rose