Hank Williams. A Teardrop On A Rose. Zeneszám

While strolling thru a lovely garden
As day was drawing to a close...
My eyes beheld a tragic story
I saw a teardrop on a rose.

It should have been a tear of gladness
But deep inside the sorrow shows
A trusting heart had just been broken
I saw a teardrop on a rose.

A sobbing tear that follows parting
Holds all the pain that sorrow knows
A false goodbye a life is shattered
There lies a story on a rose.

The tear will dry the rose will wither
When spring and winter comes and goes
I loved, I lost, my story ended
With just a teardrop on a rose.