THE ROSE OF THE MOUNTAIN TRAIL
(Jack Caddigan / Charles A. Brennan, 1914)
Far away on a mountain trail way down in Mexico
Every day when the sun is sinking low and the tropic breezes blow
There I stray to a flower bower near a bungalow
To my Rose who is waiting there.
Moon shines bright on that mountain trail way down in Mexico
Its love light shining like a beacon there on the blackness of her hair
Wondrous sight in among the cactus of the mountain trail
Just one Rose growing all alone.
On the Mountain Trail, there's a Rose that grows so wonderful
It's the only Rose that the Mountain knows,
It was placed there
Just for me and I will take her soon on a saddle back
Honeymoon I'll strike a golden claim
when I change the name of the Rose of the Mountain Trail.