White, White Dove

Rose and Cross – so is the battle lost?
Is there now no time to jive?
Rose and Cross – you know the price it’s cost?
But the hope is still, the hope is still alive

Rosicrucius – is your story told?
Or is there still more to come?
Rosicrucius – from my simple soul
I shall eat the morning, eat the morning sun

Chorus: If I was ordered not to travel another mile
If I was told I could never see another city
There is one thing I’ll always hold, that’s the smile
Of the symbol that is peace, the white, white dove

Rose and Cross – can we ever toss
All our prejudice aside?
Rose and Cross – turn this petty loss
into hope and glory, hope and glory with pride?

Rosicrucians – paint your symbols fair
write your verses in the sand
Rosicrucians – you missed Baudelaire
But we still extend, we still extend our hand…