Desert Rose



Eric Johnson



Desert Rose that dances, in the heat of the sky,

I must pattern my life about you;

You can make the most when the waters run dry,

Look into the well deep inside you.



My Desert Rose,

Born are the few;

Always with me,

A vision of you.



Acrolith reflection, that floats through my dreams,

Arid is the dust underneath me;

Something far away, a mirage so it seems,

What I long to see, oh, could it be?



My Desert Rose,

Born are the few;

Always with me,

A vision of you.



My Desert Rose,

Born are the few;

Always with me,

A vision of you.

My Desert Rose,

Born are the few;

Always with me,

A vision of you.



So don't fade away.



Don't fade away.