Convict and the Rose - Hank Snow

Written by：Betty Chapin/Robert King

Within my prison cell so dreary

Alone I sit with weary 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 his gloom

To tell me that her heart was 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

The judge would not believe his story

The jury said he have to pay

Now to the rose and all its glory

Not guilty is all that I can say

Goodbye sweetheart for in the morning

I'll meet my maker and repose

And when I go at daylight darling

Against my heart they'll find your rose