My Rose of Palestine

My Rose of Palestine 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.Composer: Abe OlmanLyricist: Dave Radford