ONE WHITE ROSE
On the day that he wed,
He gave her one white rose.
She placed it by their bed
Where, they laid in passion's throes.
When she bore their first child
He gave her one white rose.
It was pure and it was wild
Just the way that their love grows.
Before he said goodbye,
He gave her one white rose
And, he told her not to cry
For his love is where she goes.
Before she parted from his grave,
She gave him one white rose.
His memory was all she could save
From the hundreds of crosses in hundreds of rows.