Hank Snow - Galveston rose

^CDown in old southern Texas I ^Fwandered one ^Cday Where the ^D7tropical sea breezes ^G7blow

I ^Cthere fell in love with a ^Fflower so ^Crare And they called her ^G7the Galveston ^Crose

Her heart was as true as her ^Fblue smiling ^Ceyes And as ^D7pure as the lily that ^G7grows

And ^Cthe finest of gold in no ^Fway could com^Cpare With the curls of ^G7my Galveston ^Crose

I grew ^G7jealous and falsely ^Caccused her one day Said her ^D7love I no longer should ^G7know

I’ve ^Cbeen true please believe me her ^Flittle heart ^Ccried But I left her ^G7my Galveston ^Crose

Little then did I think that ^Fsometimes I’d ^Crepay And would ^D7reap every sorrow and ^G7care

But as ^Cyears passed along I grew ^Flonely each ^Cday For the one I had ^G7left waiting ^Cthere

So I ^G7wrote to my darling and ^Csaid I was wrong I’ll ^D7return dear if you’ll only ^G7wed

But ^Csoon came a letter my ^Fflower had ^Cdied And these are the ^G7words that I ^Cread

Your sweetheart is peacefully ^Fsleeping to^Cnight In a ^D7grave where the white violets ^G7grow

And ^Cenclosed there’s a curl a ^Flast token of ^Clove And a note from ^G7your Galveston ^CRose

I was ^G7innocent dear though you ^Cleft me alone But ^D7remember I loved only ^G7you

And the ^Clock that’s enclosed is a ^Fcurl from your ^Crose Who’ll be waiting in ^G7heaven for ^Cyou