There are flow'rs that are rich, there are flow'rs that are rare   On the banks where the bright water flows,   But the sweetest of all nature's flowers to bloom   Was my darling the Blue River Rose.   Her eyes were the petals that glisten so bright,   Her smile was the sunshine so   And the heart of my beautiful Rose was as true    As her tears like the dew sprinkled there.   In the dead.      In the bright month of June neath that old southern moon   At the altar each promise we'd close   But old fate played its part and soon broke the heart   Of my darling my Blue River Rose.   Her father objected said think of our pride   We would never outlive such a crime   There are plenty of men who are wealthy and then    Would be up in the world such as I.      So they sent her away to some far distant land   A vacation they told her twould be   When the leaves start to fall it is then we will call.   And you may return o'er the sea.   A year had passed on then the postman one morn   Brought a letter to me and it read   The rose that once bloomed in your garden of love   Has all whithered your darling is dead.