Erev Shel Shoshanim

Evening of roses
We have plucked in the garden
Myrrh, spices, and frankincense
To your feet we have brought

A young dove in the morning light
Your head is crowned with rays
Come to the garden, my love
I will pick for you

Night slowly falls
And the scent of roses is in the air
Come to me, I will sing you a song
A song of love

Evening of roses, we have plucked
Night slowly falls
And the scent of roses is in the air
Come to me, I will sing you a song
A song of love