歌曲名 Rose In Paradise 歌手名 Wendel Adkins

作词：佚名

作曲：Stewart+Harris+Mark Mcbride

She was a flower for the takin'

Her beauty cut just like a knife

He was a banker from Macon

Swore he'd love her all his life

Bought her a mansion

on a mountain

With a formal garden

and a lot a 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 gardner left alone

Now the banker is an old man

That mansion's cum-ble-ing 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'd say

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 that it even grows

in the winter time

And blooms

in the dead of the night

Every time he talks about her

You can see the fire in his eyes

He'd say

I would walk through

Hell on Sunday

To keep my Rose in Paradise

Every time he talks about her

You can see the fire in his eyes

He'd say

I would walk through

Hell on Sunday