Desert Rose - Eric Johnson

Desert Rose that dances, in 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.

Don’t fade away.

Don’t fade away.