Within my prison cell so dreary
i sit alone with achin' heart
i'm dreamin' of my little darlin'
from her forever, i must part
The rose she sent me as a token
she sent it just to lighten my gloom
and tell me that her heart was broken
and cheer me before i meet my doom
She wrote i picked it from the garden,
where once we wandered side by side.
now you hold no hope of pardon,
and i can never be your bride.
The judge would not believe my story
the jury said i had to pay
and with the rose in all its glory
not
guilty was all that i could say
Goodbye, sweetheart, for in the morning
to meet my maker i must go
and when i die at daylight's dawnin'
against my heart they'll find this rose
Within my prison cell so dreary
i sit alone with achin' heart
i'm dreamin' of my little darlin'
from her forever, i must part
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- Miscellaneous
- The Singing Ranger Vol. 4
- Gospel Train
- When Tragedy Struck
- Hank Snow Sings Sacred Songs
- Country & Western Jamboree
- Old Doc Brown and Other Narrations by Hank Snow
- Hank Snow Salutes Jimmie Rodgers
- Country Classics
- Hank Snow Sings
- Legend Of Old Doc Brown
- Songs Of Tragedy
- Souvenirs
- Hello Love
- When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold
- The Jimmie Rodgers Story
- The Singing Ranger Vol. 3
- Hits Hits And More Hits
- Spanish Fire Ball And Other Great Hank Snow Stylin
- The Singing Ranger