Hank Williams. A Teardrop on The Rose. Zeneszám

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

A sobbing tear that follows parting
Holds all the pain that sorrow knows
A book to buy a life is shattered
There lies the story on the 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 the rose