Blue River Rose

<br>There are flow`rs that are rich, there are flow`rs that are rare<br>On the banks where the bright water flows,<br>But the sweetest of all nature`s flowers to bloom<br>Was my darling the Blue River Rose.<br>Her eyes were the petals that glisten so bright,<br>Her smile was the sunshine so<br>And the heart of my beautiful Rose was as true <br>As her tears like the dew sprinkled there.<br>In the dead.<br><br>In the bright month of June neath that old southern moon<br>At the altar each promise we`d close<br>But old fate played its part and soon broke the heart<br>Of my darling my Blue River Rose.<br>Her father objected said think of our pride<br>We would never outlive such a crime<br>There are plenty of men who are wealthy and then <br>Would be up in the world such as I.<br><br>So they sent her away to some far distant land<br>A vacation they told her twould be<br>When the leaves start to fall it is then we will call.<br>And you may return o`er the sea.<br>A year had passed on then the postman one morn<br>Brought a letter to me and it read<br>The rose that once bloomed in your garden of love<br>Has all whithered your darling is dead.