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
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