The Convict And The Rose - 1950 Songtext
von Hank Snow

Within my prison cell so dreary
i sit alone with achin′ heart
i'm dreamin′ of my little darlin'
from her forever, i must part
The rose she sent me as a token
she sent it just to lighten my gloom
and tell me that her heart was broken
and cheer me before i meet my doom
She wrote i picked it from the garden,
where once we wandered side by side.
now you hold no hope of pardon,
and i can never be your bride.


The judge would not believe my story
the jury said i had to pay
and with the rose in all its glory
"not guilty" was all that i could say
Goodbye, sweetheart, for in the morning
to meet my maker i must go
and when i die at daylight's dawnin′
against my heart they′ll find this rose
Within my prison cell so dreary
i sit alone with achin' heart
i′m dreamin' of my little darlin′
from her forever, i must part