The Sleeping Princess of Briar Rose | Grimm's Fairy Tale (Lullabize)

The Sleeping Princess of Briar Rose | Grimm's Fairy Tale (Lullabize)

Lyrics (with some back and forth and editing) created with the Lyrical Literacy Lullabize software https://www.humanitarians.ai/lullabize

 

The Lyrical Literacy Podcast presents a musical retelling of the classic Grimm's fairy tale "Briar Rose." This enchanting episode chronicles the journey of a princess cursed to sleep for a hundred years after pricking her finger on a spindle. As the entire kingdom falls into slumber behind a wall of thorns, only true love's kiss from a brave prince can break the spell and awaken the sleeping beauty to begin her life anew.

Origin

"Briar Rose" is a fairy tale that appears in the collection of the Brothers Grimm, first published in 1812 as "Dornröschen" (Little Briar Rose). It's the German version of the classic Sleeping Beauty tale, which has variants across many European cultures. The story explores themes of fate, patience, and the triumph of love over malevolent forces.

Briar Rose  (Grimm's)

Once a king and queen, rich and fair, Had gold and jewels beyond compare. But a child was all they wished to see, Till a fish granted them their plea.

Oh, Briar Rose, asleep so long, Bound by a spell both fierce and strong. A hundred years until she's kissed, A slumbering beauty never missed.

A daughter was born, lovely and bright, The king’s heart danced at the joyful sight. He called for a feast, with friends all around, And twelve fairies came to bless the ground.

They blessed her with gifts, both sweet and rare— Beauty, grace, and a heart to care. But one fairy, who’d not been asked, Showed up angry, face tightly masked.

Oh, Briar Rose, asleep so long, Bound by a spell both fierce and strong. A hundred years until she's kissed, A slumbering beauty never missed.

“The king’s daughter, on her fifteenth year, Will touch a spindle, and disappear.” But a kind fairy softened the curse, “A hundred-year sleep, nothing worse.”

The king, in dread, burned every spindle, But fate’s sharp edge refused to dwindle. On her fifteenth year, alone she roamed, Found an old tower, her doom now honed.

Oh, Briar Rose, asleep so long, Bound by a spell both fierce and strong. A hundred years until she's kissed, A slumbering beauty never missed.

The moment she touched the spindle’s tip, She fell to the floor in a silent slip. And all around her, life stood still— From the cook to the birds on the windowsill.

A hedge of thorns grew thick and high, Hiding the palace from prying eyes. Princes tried but failed to pass, The thorns held tight, a thorny mass.

Oh, Briar Rose, asleep so long, Bound by a spell both fierce and strong. A hundred years until she's kissed, A slumbering beauty never missed.

Then, one day, a brave prince came, He heard of the beauty, knew her name. He entered the hedge with courage bold, And found her there, asleep and cold.

One gentle kiss, soft and true, And Briar Rose’s eyes shone through. The spell was broken, life awoke, The palace bustled, the silence broke.

Oh, Briar Rose, awake at last, The years of slumber all have passed. A prince’s kiss, love strong and true, And dreams of life began anew.

They married with joy, feasting wide, The kingdom cheered for the prince and bride. And together they ruled, through days and nights, A tale of love and endless lights.

But fate’s sharp edge refused to dwindle. On her fifteenth year, alone she roamed, Found an old tower, her doom now honed.

Oh, Briar Rose, asleep so long, Bound by a spell both fierce and strong. A hundred years until she's kissed, A slumbering beauty never missed.

The moment she touched the spindle’s tip, She fell to the floor in a silent slip. And all around her, life stood still— From the cook to the birds on the windowsill.

A hedge of thorns grew thick and high, Hiding the palace from prying eyes. Princes tried but failed to pass, The thorns held tight, a thorny mass.

Oh, Briar Rose, asleep so long, Bound by a spell both fierce and strong. A hundred years until she's kissed, A slumbering beauty never missed.

Then, one day, a brave prince came, He heard of the beauty, knew her name. He entered the hedge with courage bold, And found her there, asleep and cold.

One gentle kiss, soft and true, And Briar Rose’s eyes shone through. The spell was broken, life awoke, The palace bustled, the silence broke.

Oh, Briar Rose, awake at last, The years of slumber all have passed. A prince’s kiss, love strong and true, And dreams of life began anew.

They married with joy, feasting wide, The kingdom cheered for the prince and bride. And together they ruled, through days and nights, A tale of love and endless lights.

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