Now come and listen to my story My story that I know is true A little rose bloomed in Georgia With marigold and a heart of gold Way down in the Blue Ridge mountains Way down where the tall pines grow There's my sweetheart of the mountain She's my little Georgia rose
My mother left her with another A carefree life she had planned The baby now is a lady The one her mother couldn't stand Way down in the Blue Ridge mountains Way down where the tall pines grow There's my sweetheart of the mountain She's my little Georgia rose
We often sang old songs together I watched her do her little part She smiled at me when I would tell her That she was my sweetheart Way down in the Blue Ridge mountains Way down where the tall pines grow There's my sweetheart of the mountain She's my little Georgia roseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
