Convict And The Rose

(Betty Chapin - Robert A. King)



Within my prison cell so dreary

Alone I sit with aching heart

I'm thinking of my lonely darling

From her forever I must part.



A rose she sent me as a token

She sent it just to light my gloom

To tell me that her heart is broken

To cheer me fore I meet my doom.



She wrote I took it from the garden

Where once we wandered side by side

But now you hold no hope of pardon

And I can never be your bride.



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The judge would not believe my story

The jury said I had to pay

But to the rose in all its glory

Not guilty's all that I can say.



Goodbye sweetheart for in the morning

I'll meet my Maker in repose

And when I'll go at daylight's dawning

Against my heart they'll find this rose...