In the golden west the sun is slowly sinking,
And the summer day is drawing to a close,
While the air is heavy laden with the perfume
Which the flower from the woodland glade bestows
There a maiden stands in all her wealth of beauty,
And the song birds all around her sweetly sings
And she lends a willing ear tales of ardent love to hear
While her lover’s voice is sweet enchantment brings
In the heart of a rose there’s a story sweet,
It’s a story I’ll tell to you It’s been told o’er since the world began
‘Tis the sweetest I ever knew
It will tell of a love that’s within my heart for that’s how the story goes
There is perfum’d dew and it’s all for you In the heart of this red, red, rose.
Many years have passed and still the story lingers,
Like the breath of summer borne upon the breeze,
And the mem’ry of the day when first he told it
As she stood beneath the woodland’s leafy trees
Many times since then she’s listened to the story,
As in accents sweet and tender it was told
Though his form with age is bent and his years are nearly spent
Still he tells to her the story as of old
Walsh, J. W. and DeCarme, Geo., "In the Heart of a Rose" (1912). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1410.
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