Country Rose
One Year, Two Years, Ten Years Loving Me
As I Walk those Green Garden Gates, and into my car,
Drive Down that Florida Seven Cross Road,
Get in a Jet Fighter Plane and Fly Over the Georgia Blue Ridge Mountain
Springs,
to My Country Rose,
as Mineral Waterfalls Embrace Me I Come to a Valley Where the Rivers Flow
and the Wildlife roam Free,
Oh My Country Rose,
Twenty, Thirty, Fifty Years Loving Me.
Can It Be?
Sixty Years of Loving Me,
Can it be?
Green Garden Gates, a Seven Cross Road, in Jet Fighter Plane, cross over those Blue Ridge Mountains, where waterfalls fall and the rivers flow, into my country rose valley of seventy years loving me.
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