The first strange town I was ever in the county was hanging a man Nobody cared if he lived or died and I just didn't understand So I washed my face in
said from the start You're the one rose that's left in my heart Oh, we ought not to part, I have said from the start You're the one rose that's left
(Roses are red my love) A long long time ago on graduation day You handed me your book I signed this way Roses are red my love violets are blue Sugar
me your book I signed this way Roses are red my love... We dated through school and when the big day came I wrote into your book next to my name Roses
Still starin' into flames of memory I see circus wheels, and summers, And a face there in the fire And I'm thinkin' of you now, my Rose Marie My Rose
Painting the roses red, we're painting the roses red we dare to stop we'll waste the crops so let the paint be spread. We're painting the roses red! We
It's the ignorance of youth It's the fear of growing old It's the universal truth you're never told Know that it's my fault, Know that it's my bad Couldn
day I die Oh, I know, you often wonder So I'll tell you the reason why She's my rose of old Kentucky And I know she'll never lie She's my rose of old
The first strange town I was ever in The county was hanging a man Nobody cared if he lived or died And I just didn't understand So I washed my face in
in two Don't leave me alone I love only you you're the one rose that's left in my heart (You're as sweet as the red rose...
She bloomed for me near a little village In a cabin on the hill We made our vows to love each other And I know we always will She's my rose of old Kentucky
The first strange town I was ever in The county was hangin' a man And nobody cared if he lived or he died And I just didn't understand So I washed my
So blue so lonesome too but still true Roses haunt me made me think of you You're the one rose that's left in my heart dear I love you adore you I do
's only a rose, a fragrant white rose That bloomed on my mother's grave Peace to her soul and blessed reposed With a bright rose above her way Only a rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie
(Roses are red my love violets are blue) A long long time ago on graduation day you handed me your book I signed this way Roses are red my love violets
