On the plains of south Texas in the gray raining cold
In a lonesome old graveyard blooms one single rose
It's a rose garnet red that she planted in grief
And it blooms just one day - has not one single leaf

It's branches are brown, its steel thorns they are grey
And she planted that rose on her own wedding day
At the altar they told her your lover is dead
Now fifty years later she still has not wed


(chorus)
It's a cemetery rose blooming in the cold
It's a cemetery rose watching her grow old
It's a cemetary rose planted at his feet
It's a cemetery rose watered when she weeps

She holds fast to a branch to hold his hand in hers
and for one tragic moment the two worlds they merge
as the pain of the thorns that are piercing her flesh
weds the pain of the sorrow that heaves in her chest

(Chorus)

They don't know where she comes from
They don't know where she goes
Behind her back they whisper there goes cemetery rose
They call her cemetery rose

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Well, I'm just jumping in here as a newbie - been playing for about 30 years, folk roots. played with a bunch of old street musicians and learned abit - self taught mostly. The above is my own composition.