December’s Rose

Words and Music by Michael Coghlan

There is a flower growing,

Sprung from December’s snow.

The prophet’s dream now blossoms,

While frosty winds do blow.

There is a mother loving,

A maiden pure as snow.

Cradles a wee small baby,

While frosty winds do blow.

That truth wins over reason,

This single bud will snow.

Rose growing out of season,

Love in mid-winter’s snow.

There is a baby dreaming,

Joy sprung of maiden’s love.

Lost in a world of slumber,

While angels watch above.

That light wins over darkness,

A mother’s love does know.

Rose growing out of season,

Love in mid-winter’s snow.

Michael Coghlan was born in Northern Ontario and received his early education there. A graduate of the Faculty of Music at the University of Toronto, he continued with advanced training in both Canada and the United States.

His interests and expertise include jazz and popular music, choral and keyboard repertoire, and theory and composition. Michael is especially active in the use of computer music applications and all aspects of digital composition and recording technologies,. His compositions, which are frequently heard in broadcast and concert, include numerous works for piano, choir, orchestra, guitar, and electro-acoustic media.