Sweet was my rose,
in the light of the rising sun
Never forget her,
gave a life for every one
Sweet was her love,
in the light of the rising sun
Never forget her,
gave her life for everyone
On the day that I recall,
it was a bright and sunny dawn
And we hadn't seen Yankee
since the week before the summer storm
So Mama said to Sister Rose,
I guess it's safe to take a horse
Get out and try to find your Dad
and Uncle Ben
Though I protested,
she said, hush him out
Your sister's gone,
you're too young, she wrote out
And I never saw my
Sister Rose again
Sweet was the road,
in the light of the rising sun
Never forgave her,
gave her life for everyone
Sweet was the road,
and the light of the rising sun
Never forget her,
gave her life for everyone
Well, as I hear tell that fateful morn
she rode to Shannon Creek
To make inquiries after pa
and Uncle Ben
From there she rode to Shannon Valley
From afar she saw pa and Uncle Ben
Looking less alive than dead
There was pa with his arms
a -waving to warn her
But too late, them damn Yankees called Rose was shoutin',
get out, pawn, save your own skin
Well, Rose, was never seen again
Paul's made up a kind of histogram
in the back of the house
I took upon myself to carve
this inscription
Sweet was my Rose
Oh
Never forget her,
gave her life for every one
Sweet was her voice,
gave her life