She was a flower for the takin'   Her beauty cut just like a knife   He was a banker from Macon   Swore he'd love her all his life      Bought her a mansion on a mountain   With a formal garden and a lot a land      But paradise became her prison   That Georgia banker was a jealous man      (Chorus)   Every time he'd talk about her,   You could see the fire in his eyes   He'd say,   I would walk through Hell on Sunday,   To keep my Rose in Paradise      He hired a man to tend the garden,   Keep an eye on her while he was gone   Some say they ran away together   Some say that gardener left alone      Now the banker is an old man   That mansion's crum-ble-ing down   He sits all day and stares at the garden   Not a trace of her was ever found      (Chorus)   Every time he talks about her   You can see the fire in his eyes   He'd say, "I would walk through Hell on Sunday   To keep my Rose in Paradise      Now there's a rose out in the garden   Its beauty cuts just like a knife   They say that it even grows in the winter time   And blooms in the dead of the night