  Down a beautiful country road The roses in bloom and their perfume strewed, Oh! the joy it brought to my heart, ’Twas so tender, so sweet, I couldn ne’er depart From that place where little Mary lives. Oh! that spot beside the hill Where nature and beauty can always build, Tells a story it really seems And will always be life’s sweetest dream Of that place where little Mary lives. When she plucked and gave to me A beautiful rose in a manner so free, The heavenly breezes begin to blow And the tenderness through my heart did flow For that place where little Mary lives. That was a day of God’s decree, And oh! no scenes could sweeter be, They soothed my heart and eased my pain, May the bright sunshine ne’er turn to rain, Down where little Mary lives. But summer is soon to fade away, Followed by a cold winter day. The howling winds in the month of December, But that dear little rose I’ll always remember That come from the place where little Mary lives. Now I see the blustery snow And it’s changed the scenes where I used to go, It’s all over white Though the stars are shining bright, How sad be that place where little Mary lives. At times I think and really sigh To think of those roses that are sleeping nearby. But they will return To my heart that yearns, And for that place and its beauty Where little Mary lives. |
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