Terry Pearson - Prize Winning Rose

My lady's in the back yard hummin'
Flowers bloomin', the water's runnin'
A prize winning rose, and everyone knows
She's my gal
She wears an apron 'round her middle
Beautiful smile, voice like a fiddle
The radio's on, she's hummin' along
Right in time

She can make the Weeping Willow grin
The air smells sweet everywhere she's been
It's hard to believe this girl is mine
Love seems to grow in her sunshine

The morning paper is waitin' there for me
There's no bad news in the front page story
As long as she's mine, this world's doin' fine
By me
And while she's out there in the flowers
Seconds pass, they feel like hours
We'll walk into town, and everyone 'round
Will turn green

Chrysanthemums are mum no more
I hear the Dandelions roar
It's hard to believe this girl is mine
Love seems to grow in her sunshine

My lady's on the front porch swingin'
A cold lemonade, the school bell's ringin'
Children rush by, she lets out a sigh
"How they've grown"
I walk out and sit down by her
She says she's silly and one quick cryer
But don't change a thing, keep on wearin' my ring
You're my gal

She's the sweetest bloom in the flower bed
The bees are dancin' around her head
I still can't believe the girl is mine
Love seems to grow in her sunshine

Written by:
Terry Pearson

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