She's a bird song high up in the hickories   She's a river running on to the silver sea   She's a starlight on a summer evening   A little rose, my Virginia, she's a rose      We went walking by the shady harpeth   The morning wind blew her hair across her face   She held my hand, I whispered her name   She's my rose, sweet Virginia, she's my rose      Yesterday I rode the late bus from Tupelo   And in the long night I thought of all the miles to go   I closed my eyed and dreamed of my good home   And my rose, I dreamed of my Virginia rose   She's a rose, my Virginia, she's a rose