Misc Originals - Victor mcdermott - ypsilanti rose

My ^AYpsilanti ^Erose is a ^Abeauty to be ^Eseen In the ^Asetting of the ^Esummer sun it’s ^Aeasy to ^Esing But a ^Asong can hit you ^Eso hard and be^Alieving makes you ^Ebold You ^Areach out to ^Etouch something so ^Apainful to ^Ehold 3/8|A 6/8|E A |E A | My Ypsilanti rose

^EI had to ^Aleave the place ^Ewhere my love ^Adied I ^Eclaimed I tried to ^Asave it and my ^Eeyes hid the ^Alie ^EI planned to keep ^Amoving but I ^Eneeded ref^Auge And you were ^Ewarm and you were ^Awelcoming and ^Eused to being ^Aused

My ^AYpsilanti ^Erose ^Abloomed through it ^Eall When the ^Aautumn leaves start ^Eturning it’s ^Aeasy to f^Eall And if ^Awanting is ^Eweakness when you ^Aalready ^Eknow That I ^Aneeded a safe ^Eshelter for when the ^Awinter wind ^Eblows 3/8|A 6/8|E A |E A | My Ypsilanti rose

^EFor many a t^Awilight we ^Edrank by the ^Afire We ^Ejoked about our ^Ahopes cried ^Etears of our des^Aires We ^Eloved so comp^Aletely like ^Eever I’ve ^Aknown Too ^Eeasy for a ^Ahustler like me to ^Efeel right at ^Ahome My ^EYpsilanti ^Arose, my ^EYpsilanti ^Arose

My ^AYpsilanti ^Erose smells ^Asweetest in the ^Espring In the ^Apresence of her ^Eessence it’s ^Aeasy to ^Edream But those ^Adreams make me ^Erestless al^Aready prone to ^Eroam A^Alone in the stone ^Emansion and I ^Awant to go ^Ehome A E 3/8|A 6/8|E A |E A | To my Ypsilanti rose, my Ypsilanti rose