I FOUND A ROSE IN THE DEVIL'S GARDEN
(Willy Raskin / Fred Fisher,   1921)


Lost in a city that has no pity I found a rose, 
Little lonesome rose; 
Where smiling faces, hide broken hearts, 
In happy places, where sorrow starts:

Some body's sister, whose folks have missed her, 
A mother dear, 
She's a lonesome tear; 
For little baby, who went away, 
She's kneeling maybe, just now to pray:

I found a rose, in the devil's garden, 
Wandring alone, little lonesome rose, 
For her the sun is never shining, 
For her the clouds have, no silver lining 
I found a rose, in the devil's garden, 
Playing the game, of the Moth and Flame, 
Beneath the powder and paint, 
Maybe the heart of a saint, 
Where sorrow grows, I found a rose.

I found a rose, in the devil's garden, 
Wandring alone, little lonesome rose, 
For her the sun is never shining, 
For her the clouds have, no silver lining 
I found a rose, in the devil's garden, 
Playing the game, of the Moth and Flame, 
But maybe deep in her heart, 
She's thinking of a new start,
Where sorrow grows, I found a rose.