My Little Georgia Rose Lyrics - Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys

Now come and listen to my story 

A story that I know is true 

A little rose that bloomed in Georgia 

With 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 carefree life she had planned 

The baby now she is a lady 

The one her mother couldn't stand 

We often sing those songs together 

I watched her do her little part 

She smiled at me when I would tell her 

That she was my sweetheart