Virginia Rose

She's a bird song high up in the hickories She's a river running on to the silver sea She's a starlight on a summer evening A little rose, my Virginia, she's a rose We went walking by the shady harpeth The morning wind blew her hair across her face She held my hand, I whispered her name She's my rose, sweet Virginia, she's my rose Yesterday I rode the late bus from Tupelo And in the long night I thought of all the miles to go I closed my eyed and dreamed of my good home And my rose, I dreamed of my Virginia rose She's a rose, my Virginia, she's a rose