Now come and listen to my story
A story that I know is true
About a rose that blooms in Georgia
With a hair of gold and a heart so true
Way down in the Blue Ridge Mountains
Way down where the tall pines grow
Lives my sweetheart of the mountains
She’s my little Georgia rose
Her mother left her with another
A care free life she had planned
The baby now is a lady
The one her mother could not stand
We’d often sing those songs together
I watch her do her little part
She’d smile at me when I would tell her
That she was my own sweetheart