Confederate Rose - Adam Hood

Light faded red

Full bloom in Summer

Her favorite memory

Grove

She always said

Just like her mother

Her favorite color

Confederate Rose

Out by the barn

That

Her daddy’s callin'

But she knows

She can’t go back

Even if she wanted

That place is haunted

Confederate Rose

A southern wind

Long since forgotten

Still shakes the cotton

When it blows

Behind that house

Out in the garden

Stands a single

Confederate Rose

She always said

Just like her mother

Her favorite color

Confederate Rose