There once was a woman named Rose
who had no family of her own
so to the rose garden her love flowed
No one remembers our Rose
except for the blooms, I suppose
which show her smiling face as they grow
There once was a woman named Rose
who had no family of her own
so to the rose garden her love flowed
No one remembers our Rose
except for the blooms, I suppose
which show her smiling face as they grow