Traditional / Folk, c1836-1858
Became popular during the U.S. Civil War, especially among cavalrymen.
"There's a yellow rose in Texas, I'm going there to see,
No other Feller knows her, Nobody known to me.
She cried so when I left her, It's like to broke my heart,
And if we ever meet again, We'd never walk apart.
|:She's the sweetest little rosebud, That Texas ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, They sparkle like the dew;
You may talk about your Clementine, And sing of Rosalee,
But the Yellow Rose of Texas, Is the only gal for me.:|
When the Rio Grande is flowing, The stars are shining bright,
She walked along the river, On a quiet summer night:
She said if you'll remember, We parted long ago,
I promised to come back again, And not to leave her so.
|:She's the sweetest little rosebud... :|
Now I'm going back to find her, My heart is full of woe,
We'll sing the songs together, We sang so long ago
I'll play my bango gaily, And sing the songs of yore,
the Yellow Rose of Texas, will be mine forevermore.
|:She's the sweetest little rosebud... :|"