LYRICS

"The Ballad of the Humble Clove"

By Songwriter Monique Grimme

Verse

In gardens green, where good things grow,

A humble bulb, lies buried.

With papery skin, cloves so tight,

It waits to banish in darkest night.

Some fear its scent,

Oh, it is an intense one,

But the healing powers are strong.

Chorus

Oh, Garlic, so misunderstood.

A simple gig, trying to be so good.

From ancient Lore,

you chase our darkest shadows.

We sing of you,

The Ballad of the Humble Clove,

Oh Oh

The Ballad of the Humble Clove

Verse

They whisper tales, of vampires fled,

chasing evil spirits as they have said.

And yes, oh your scent, it lingers,

But 'neath that aroma,

so sharp and so bold,

lies a story of wellness to be unfold.

Bridge

For colds and coughs, a warming brew,

For weary hearts, a strength anew.

They say you guard the beating chest,

And aid the body's vital quest.

More than a spice, for flavor's gain,

You soothe the ache and ease the pain.

Chorus

Oh, Garlic, so misunderstood.

A simple gig, trying to be so good.

From ancient lore,

you chase our darkest shadows

We sing of you,

The Ballad of the Humble Clove,

Oh, Oh,

The Ballad of the Humble Clove.

Outro

So chef rejoice, and healers too,

for all the wonders you can do.

Embrace the garlic, with pure delight.

We sing of you,

The Ballad of the Humble Clove,

Oh, Oh, The Ballad of the Humble Clove.

Oh, Oh, The Ballad of the Humble Clove.

The Ballad of The Humble Clove

(Official Music Video)

LYRICS

"Cut By A Rose"

By Songwriter Monique Grimme

Verse

A velvet bloom in morning's grace,

Soft petals brushed my longing face,

Its fragrance laced with summer's ghost

A gentle beauty I loved most.

The love is both gifts and wars

Verse

But beauty holds a secret thorn—

A wound wrapped tight in scent and form.

Its stem, a whisper thin and sly,

Drew crimson truths I can’t deny.

Bridge

I reached in hope, I reached too far,

Chasing light beneath the star.

The rose, it wept, yet did not bend;

Its kiss became a bleeding end.

Oh

Chorus

A rose, so silent deep

A thorn, so sharp, so still

A rose where secrets sleep

A thorn that bends to will

A rose fades to gray

A thorn that guards the bloom

A rose sighs when love decays

A thorn that whispers doom

Verse

Now every touch of something sweet

Reminds me pain and love may meet.

For even grace, when held too close,

Can cut as deep…

As any rose.

Outro

Oh

Cut by a rose

Oh

Any thorn

My price for loving you

You, you…

Cut By A Rose

(Official Music Video)