"The Thorns of the Rose" Why does my heart still search for an answer? Why does my heart keep reaching for the sun? If I still search, I know I'll discover, What makes the rivers flow? Why do flowers bloom and... How am I to know? Someone tell why, oh why... There are thorns on the roses. Why, tell me why, my heart keeps calling for me? Why does my heart reach for the sun? If I just search, I know I'll keep from falling. What makes winter snow? Why do sparrows sing and... How am I to know? Why are there thorns on the roses? Because the thorns of the roses are pricking like a knife and cutting to the core. And, oh, those thorns of the roses... Why do I feel so strange? It's mystifying! Why do my heart and soul inside keep crying? If I just search, I know I'll keep from falling. If I keep reaching for the sun. Maybe then I'll know why my heart keeps calling. Maybe then I'll know... Why the rivers flow and What makes flowers bloom, Why there's winter snow and... Why do sparrows sing, Why the church bells ring and Why the moonlight glows... Then I'll know why...oh, why... There are thorns on the roses, oh!... The thorns of the roses.