She's a bird song High up in the hickories. She's a river running on To the silver sea. She's the starlight On a summer evening. A little rose, my Virginia, She's a rose We went walking By the shady harpeth The morning wind blew her hair Across her face, She held my hand I whispered her name. She's my rose, sweet Virginia, She's my rose
Yesterday I rode the late bus from tupelo, And in the long night I thought of all the miles to go. I closed my eyes And dreamed of my good home, And my rose, I dreamed of my Virginia rose.