The Convict and the Rose - Hank Snow

Within my prison cell so dreary alone I sit with weary heart

I’m thinking of my lonely darling from her forever I must part

(A rose she sent him as a token she sent it just to light his gloom)

To tell me that her heart is broken to cheer me fore I meet my doom

She wrote I took it from the garden where once we wandered side by side

But now you hold no hope of pardon and I can never be your bride

(The judge would not believe his story the jury said he had to pay)

Now to the rose and all its glory not guilty is all that I can say

Goodbye sweetheart for in the morning I’ll meet my Maker and repose

And when I’ll go at daylight dawning against my heart they’ll find your rose