There’s a rose in my garden that’s as bright as the sun
I got a box of Crayolas that is missing only one
So I can’t draw the hair of the one that I love
But I’ll follow her wherever she goes
Her bright blue eyes shine like the angels above
Her lips are so red like they’re covered in blood
Her skin’s like the china we keep in the cupboard
And her laugh is like water, like silk, and like chocolate
I put on my black boots and walk through the gray rain
Brown shirt on my back, splash through this sweet wet scene
I tramp through the green field, and step in the mud filled
footsteps that lead to the goldmine ahead
I hear the tinkle of silver bells; see the sprinkle of night stars
Meet my love at the bend of the river on the bridge
Soaked to the skin, we are shivered to timbers
We poke the orange embers of the campfire we lit
Her bright blue eyes shine like the angels above
Her lips are so red like they’re covered in blood
Her skin’s like the china we keep in the cupboard
And her laugh is like water, like silk, and like chocolate