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There are flow'rs that are rich, there are flow'rs that are rare
On the banks where the bright water flows
But the sweetest of all nature's flowers to bloom
Was my darling the Blue River Rose
Her eyes were the petals that glisten so bright
Her smile was the sunshine so fair
And the heart of my beautiful Rose was as true
As her tears like the dew sprinkled there
In the bright month of June 'neath that old southern moon
At the altar each promise we'd close
But old fate played its part and soon broke the heart
Of my darling, my Blue River Rose
Her father objected, said think of our pride
We would never outlive such a crime
There are plenty of men who are wealthy and then
Would be up in the world such as I
So they sent her away to some far distant land
A vacation they told her it would be
When the leaves start to fall it is then we will call
And you may return o'er the sea
A year had passed on then the postman one morn
Brought a letter to me and it read
The rose that once bloomed in your garden of love
Has all withered your darling is dead
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- The Singing Ranger Vol. 4
- Gospel Train
- When Tragedy Struck
- Hank Snow Sings Sacred Songs
- Country & Western Jamboree
- Old Doc Brown and Other Narrations by Hank Snow
- Hank Snow Salutes Jimmie Rodgers
- Country Classics
- Hank Snow Sings
- Legend Of Old Doc Brown
- Songs Of Tragedy
- Souvenirs
- Hello Love
- When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold
- The Jimmie Rodgers Story
- The Singing Ranger Vol. 3
- Hits Hits And More Hits
- Spanish Fire Ball And Other Great Hank Snow Stylin
- The Singing Ranger