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(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. --- Instrumental --- 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... |