Virginia Rose

She's a bird song 
High up in the hickories. 
She's a river running on 
To the silver sea. 
She's the starlight 
On a summer evening. 
A little rose, my Virginia, 
She's a rose 
We went walking 
By the shady harpeth 
The morning wind blew her hair 
Across her face, 
She held my hand 
I whispered her name. 
She's my rose, sweet Virginia, 
She's my rose 

Yesterday 
I rode the late bus from tupelo, 
And in the long night 
I thought of all the miles to go. 
I closed my eyes 
And dreamed of my good home, 
And my rose, 
I dreamed of my Virginia rose. 

She's a rose, my Virginia 
She's a rose.