Virginia Rose

She's a bird song

High up in the hickories.

She's a river running on

To the silver sea.

She's the starlight

On a summer evening.

A little rose, my Virginia,

She's a rose

We went walking

By the shady harpeth

The morning wind blew her hair

Across her face,

She held my hand

I whispered her name.

She's my rose, sweet Virginia,

She's my rose

Yesterday

I rode the late bus from tupelo,

And in the long night

I thought of all the miles to go.

I closed my eyes

And dreamed of my good home,

And my rose,

I dreamed of my Virginia rose.

She's a rose, my Virginia

She's a rose.