There's A Yellow Rose in Texas

One of the days this old song popped into my brain and took me down memory lane. To my primary school days and music lessons, which, for me being an Indian kid living in South Africa and attending an Indian school, meant a little room with a piano the 'music teacher' played and singing songs from a song book (that was it). 

Anyhoo, this got me thinking about the songs I really liked from 'music' and I decided to have a series of blog posts with these songs. Seen as these are quite old songs, maybe it will bring back some old memories for you too...

So I decided to have "There's a yellow rose in Texas" as the first song. I tried to find the lyrics of the song we sang as school kids, as I don't remember the whole song *hiding my face in shame* and I found out that there a numerous versions of the song. So I found the one that most resembles the one I recall. 

There's a yellow rose in Texas, that I am going to see,
Nobody can have her, nobody only me.
She cried so when I left her, it nearly broke my heart,
And if I ever find her, we nevermore will part.

She's the sweetest little rosebud that Texas ever knew,

Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew;

You may talk about your Dearest May, and sing of Rosalee,

But the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl for me.

When the Rio Grande is flowing, the starry skies are bright,

She walks along the river in the quiet summer night:

I know that she remembers, when we parted long ago,

I promise to return again, and not to leave her so.

She's the sweetest little rosebud that Texas ever knew,

Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew;

You may talk about your Dearest May, and sing of Rosalee,

But the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl for me.

Oh now I'm going to find her, for my heart is full of woe,

And we'll sing the songs together, that we sung so long ago

We'll play the bango gaily, and we'll sing the songs of yore,

And the yellow rose of Texas shall be mine forevermore.

She's the sweetest little rosebud that Texas ever knew,

Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew;

You may talk about your Dearest May, and sing of Rosalee,

But the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl for me.