Текст песни We Planted Roses On Our Darling's Grave - Roy Acuff
                                                It's 
                                                only 
                                                    a 
                                                rose 
                                                from 
                                                my 
                                                mother's 
                                                grave
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                I'd 
                                                planted 
                                                long 
                                                long 
                                                ago
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                pulled 
                                                it 
                                                from 
                                                    a 
                                                stem, 
                                                where 
                                                it 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                wave
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                windward 
                                                soft 
                                                and 
                                                low
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                only 
                                                    a 
                                                flower 
                                                white 
                                                and 
                                                so 
                                                fair
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                she 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                love 
                                                so 
                                                well
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweet 
                                                were 
                                                the 
                                                perfume 
                                                that 
                                                filled 
                                                the 
                                                air
 
                                    
                                
                                                Round 
                                                her 
                                                grave 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dell
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                only 
                                                    a 
                                                rose, 
                                                    a 
                                                fragrant 
                                                white 
                                                rose
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                bloomed 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                mother's 
                                                grave
 
                                    
                                
                                                Peace 
                                                to 
                                                her 
                                                soul 
                                                and 
                                                blessed 
                                                reposed
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                bright 
                                                rose 
                                                above 
                                                her 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                Only 
                                                    a 
                                                rose 
                                                from 
                                                my 
                                                mother's 
                                                grave
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                flower 
                                                she 
                                                loved 
                                                when 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                shall 
                                                press 
                                                it 
                                                away 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                book 
                                                and 
                                                save
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bloom 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                end 
                                                in 
                                                years
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                mother 
                                                was 
                                                like 
                                                this 
                                                snow 
                                                white 
                                                rose
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gentle 
                                                at 
                                                heart 
                                                and 
                                                lovely 
                                                too
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                came 
                                                the 
                                                twilight 
                                                with 
                                                repose
 
                                    
                                
                                                Angels 
                                                made 
                                                her 
                                                bed 
                                                and 
                                                knew
 
                                    
                                
                                                Only 
                                                    a 
                                                rose 
                                                from 
                                                my 
                                                mother's 
                                                grave
 
                                    
                                
                                                Kissed 
                                                by 
                                                dew 
                                                from 
                                                heaven 
                                                up 
                                                above
 
                                    
                                
                                                Over 
                                                her 
                                                form 
                                                it 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                wave
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                its 
                                                tenderness 
                                                and 
                                                love
 
                                    
                                
                                                Only 
                                                    a 
                                                rose, 
                                                but 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                years
 
                                    
                                
                                                We've 
                                                been 
                                                in 
                                                some 
                                                hollow 
                                                shrine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Often 
                                                our 
                                                eyes 
                                                will 
                                                fill 
                                                with 
                                                tears
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gazing 
                                                on 
                                                this 
                                                flower 
                                                divine
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Answer to Sparkling Brown Eyes
2 Mother's Prayers Guide Me
3 A Vagabond's Dream
4 Will The Circle Be Unbroken (My Family Circle)
5 I Know We're Saying Goodbye
6 You Are My Love
7 Are You Thinking of Me Darling?
8 I Called And Nobody Answered
9 Come Back Little Darling
10 We Planted Roses On Our Darling's Grave
11 Money Won't Buy This Soul of Mine
12 I Gambled and Lost
13 Tennessee Central (number 9)
14 There S a Big Rock In the Road
15 Po' Folks (all the Time)
16 I Wish I Had Kissed You Goodbye
17 Don't Wait 'Til Judgement Day (To Cast Your Sins Away)
18 When They Take That Last Look At You
19 Heartaches And Flowers
20 The Midnight Train
21 Jesus Died for Me
22 The Day They Laid Mary Away
23 It's All Right Now
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