(Clarke VanNess)

My beautiful rose from the bride's bouquet.

I went to a wedding one bright summer day
The bright was a beauty the people were gay
Alone in a corner I stood till it end
For the girl was my sweetheart and the boy my best friend.

The service was over and beside the church's door
I picked up the rose that fell on the floor
I baited with teardrops then pled away
My beautiful rose from the bride's bouquet.

It's only a rose from the bride's bouquet
Once filled with love's perfume now faded away
Like the love that I gave her she threw it away
My beautiful rose from the bride's bouquet.

It's only a rose from the bride's bouquet
Once filled with love's perfume now faded away
Like the love that I gave her she threw it away
My beautiful rose from the bride's bouquet...