Where the Rio Grande is flowing, and the starry skies are bright,
She walks along the river in the quiet summer night;
She thinks if I remember, when we parted long ago,
I promised to come back again, and not to leave her so.
Chorus.—She’s the sweetest rose of color, &c.
Oh! now I’m going to find her, for my heart is full of woe,
And we’ll sing the song together, that we sung so long ago,
We’ll play the banjo gayly, and we’ll sing the songs of yore,
And the yellow rose of Texas shall be mine forever more.
Chorus.—She’s the sweetest rose of color, &c.