"Little" Jimmy Dickens — Petal From A Faded Rose

Here's a rose from the garden where the bloom of romance grows But I'll keep one part near my aching heart just a petal from a faded rose Love is sweet in the morning when the breeze of summer blows But will fade and die when the winter's nigh a petal from a faded rose Now our love is a memory where it's gone nobody knows But I'll hold so dear as a souvenir just a petal from a faded rose I will live with the roses where the stream of mem'ry flows And each time I dream a tear will gleam on the petal from a faded rose