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Trish Murphy
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St. Francis Rose
They say St. Francis planted a Rose She lived in Potter County where the wild mesquite grows An audacious flower filling up the room You could not stand downwind from her perfume
Well she met him in a hardware store in Porter And she let him take her hand and take her home And he clipped her thorns with a pair of kitchen scissors And claimed her velvet skin all for his own
And they say St. Francis planted a Rose So tender and sweet, no thorns would it grow And thornless are the roses that grow upon her grave Roses are slow to fade
So years went by, but she never lost her beauty And though tears she cried he scorned her for her pain But all the picot tea in Carolina Could not buy her precious thorns again So she took her life and pressed herself for him Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
And they say St. Francis planted a Rose So tender and sweet, no thorns would it grow And thornless are the roses that grow upon her grave Roses are slow to fade
Daisy chains herself 'round your heartstrings And Lily Of The Valley hangs her head And Morning Glory fades away, but that's another story Roses look good even when they're dead
Roses look good even when they're dead
And they say St. Francis planted a Rose So tender and sweet, no thorns would it grow And thornless are the roses that grow upon her grave Roses are slow to fade
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