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Little
Rosa was her name,
And
still I cry in vain.
My
world won't be the same,
Since
she's gone from me.
I
had gone to visit a grave,
Of
a friend of mine.
And
as I walked through the graveyard,
I
noticed this man kneeling down.
By
the grave of a child,
And
in his hand he held a big red rose.
And
tears were streaming down his cheeks.
So,
I walked over and laid a hand on his shoulder,
And
started to talk to him.
And
during the course of our conversation,
And
in his broken English,
This
is the story, just as he told it to me.
He
said, "Mister, I'm walking down the street
Today
and I passed by a big flower shop,
I
walked in and I asked the man in the shop,
I
said, boss how much for one red rose?
And
he looked at me with one big frown.
And
he says, one dollar please.
But
a buyer in a veil, a well
Dressed
blonde young lady walked in.
And
she said, how much for one red rose?
And
he looked at her with one big smile,
And
he says 10 cents, then I said boss,
How
come you charge me a dollar for the rose,
And
charge the young lady, only ten cents?
And
he said, look mister,
You
tell me why you want the rose,
And
maybe I give it to you for nothing.
Then
I said, boss I'm a hard workin man,
Work
on the railroad,
And
don't make too much money,
And
I gotta little girl, and her name is Rosa.
Aww,
Rosa's just about this high boss.
Every
day when I come home from work,
Little
Rosa comes runnin to meet her Papa.
And
she throws her little arms around my neck,
And
says, Papa and I'd say Rosa.
Aww
but one day, boss, I come home from work,
And
I don't see Rosa.
I
look down by the railroad track,
And
I see one big crowd.
I
go down and I be pushing,
The
crowd this way and pushing the crowd that way.
And
there was at my feet, lay my little Rosa.
And
that's why I want the rose boss.
I
wanna put them on little Rosa's grave.
The
man don't say a nothing,
But
he picked the biggest, and the reddest rose,
And
gave it to me.
And
I said, thank you boss,
Thank
you very much.
And
though she's gone you see,
She's
still the world to me,
To
me, she'll always be,
That
little girl of mine.
~by,
Woodrow (Red) Sovine~
 
  
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