THE GALVESTON ROSE
(Hank Snow)




Hank Snow - 1942
 


Down in old southern Texas I wandered one day 
Where the tropical sea breezes blow 
I there fell in love with a flower so rare 
And they called her the Galveston rose 


Her heart was as true as her blue smiling eyes 
And as fair as the lily that grows 
And the finest of gold in no way could compare 
With the curls of my Galveston rose 


I grew jealous and falsely accused her one day 
Said her love I no longer should know 
I've been true please believe me her little heart cried 
But I left her my Galveston rose 


Little then did I think that sometimes I'd repay 
And would reap every sorrow and care 
But as years passed along I grew lonely each day 
For the one I had left waiting there 


So I wrote to my darling and said I was wrong, 
I'll return dear if you'll only wed 
But soon came a letter my flower had died 
And these are the words that I read 


Your sweetheart is peacefully sleeping tonight 
In a grave where the white violets grow 
And enclosed, there's a curl a last token of love 
And a note from your Galveston Rose 


I was innocent dear though you left me alone 
But remember I loved only you 
And the lock that's enclosed is a curl from your rose 
Who'll be waiting in Heaven for you