Roses for Columbus He's found another land Oysters from the children Fall between their hands Roses for Columbus Who sleeps on virgin sands Flowers from the children Fall between their hands He lies upon the ocre sands And tells them what he saw To his health they drink his eastern rum And dance upon the shore And when there's silence And only the ocean sound He gently turns his bearded head "You know the worlds is round" Fingers full of eastern rings Pockets full of gold Open up his yellow map You'll find another fold Roses for Columbus Who sails with silk and lace Behind unknown horizons He'll find another face