| She’s a bird song high up in the hickories
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| She’s a river running on to the silver sea
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| She’s a starlight on a summer evening
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| A little rose, my Virginia, she’s a rose
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| We went walking by the shady harpeth
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| The morning wind blew her hair across her face
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| She held my hand, I whispered her name
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| She’s my rose, sweet Virginia, she’s my rose
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| Yesterday I rode the late bus from Tupelo
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| And in the long night I thought of all the miles to go
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| I closed my eyed and dreamed of my good home
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| And my rose, I dreamed of my Virginia rose
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| She’s a rose, my Virginia, she’s a rose |