She's a birdsong
High up in the hickories
She's a river, running on
To the silver sea
She's the st-arlight
On a summer e-vening
A little rose, my Virginia, she's a r-ose

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 l-ate bus from Tupelo
And in the long night
I thought of all the miles to go
I closed my e-yes
And dreamed of my good home
And my rose
I dreamed of my Virginia rose

She's a rose, my Virginia, she's a r-ose