My Texas cowgirl with one coy smile Melts my heart knowing all the while, I could never love another as I do her I swear from my hat down to my spurs.
There is none so lovely as my Rose With her flaxen locks tied in bows, Her ruby red lips are soft and sweet And her eyes sparkle when we meet.
Tonight we meet to say farewell again, I ride for the line shack till winter’s end, With saddest hearts we'll kiss goodbye Neath the yellow moon of the Texas sky.
A lingering kiss neath that moonlit sky Then I leave my Rose with teary eyes, As moonbeams graced her angelic face I spurred my horse away from our place.
I’ll miss my Rose as time slowly goes I’ll be lonely each hour heaven knows, But time and miles can’t keep us apart For we hold each other dearest to heart.
Each night with my saddle for a pillow I recall our secret place neath the willow, Where we met and fell in love deeply, Surrendering our hearts so completely.
I wait for the thunder bringing spring rain And bluebonnets to scatter over the plains, Then once more my darling Texas Rose We’ll love where the weeping willow grows.
