WILD ROSE
(Oertling)
JIM OERTLING AND THE BAYOU BOYS

There's a rose that grows in the wild woods
And is kissed by the morning dew
And this rose that grows in the wild woods
Reminds me of the love I knew
A rambling rose I loved long ago
A love that still blooms within my heart
But like the rose that grows in the wild woods
From the wild wood it would never dare to part

Her face held the beauty of the rose
And her teardrops were like the morning dew
But her heart was as thorny as that rose bush
From where this pretty flower grew
Someone picked that rose of the wild wood
Now the weeds grow where this rose used to be
But till wait forever near the wild wood
Until my rambling rose will ramble back to me
Until my rambling rose will ramble back to me