Rose In Paradise Lyrics - Singles - Justin Haigh

She was a flower for the taking 

Her beauty cut just like a knife 

He was a banker from Macon 

He swore to lover her all his life 

He bought her a mansion on a mountain 

With a formal garden and a lot of land 

But paradise became her prison 

That Georgia banker was a jealous man 

Every time he'd talk about her 

You could see the fire in his eyes 

He'd say, "I would walk through hell on Sunday, 

to keep my rose in paradise" 

He hired a man to tend the garden 

Keep an eye on her while he was gone 

Some say they ran away together 

Some say that gardener left alone 

Now the banker is an old man 

That mansion's crumbling down 

He sits all day and stares at the garden 

Not a trace of her was ever found 

Every time he talks about her 

You can see the fire in his eyes 

He says, "I would walk through hell on Sunday, 

to keep my rose in paradise" 

Now there's a rose out in the garden 

Its beauty cuts just like a knife 

They say it even grows in the winter time 

And blooms in the dead of the night