Blue River Rose

There are flow'rs that are rich, there are flow'rs that are rare

On the banks where the bright water flows,

But the sweetest of all nature's flowers to bloom

Was my darling the Blue River Rose.

Her eyes were the petals that glisten so bright,

Her smile was the sunshine so

And the heart of my beautiful Rose was as true

As her tears like the dew sprinkled there.

In the dead.

In the bright month of June neath that old southern moon

At the altar each promise we'd close

But old fate played its part and soon broke the heart

Of my darling my Blue River Rose.

Her father objected said think of our pride

We would never outlive such a crime

There are plenty of men who are wealthy and then

Would be up in the world such as I.

So they sent her away to some far distant land

A vacation they told her twould be

When the leaves start to fall it is then we will call.

And you may return o'er the sea.

A year had passed on then the postman one morn

Brought a letter to me and it read

The rose that once bloomed in your garden of love

Has all whithered your darling is dead.