[00:19.680]She was a flower for the takin'
[00:24.760]Her beauty cut just like a knife
[00:30.450]And he was a banker from Macon
[00:35.690]He swore he'd love her all a his life
[00:41.320]He bought her a mansion on the mountain
[00:46.760]With a formal garden and a lot of land
[00:52.480]But paradise became her prison
[00:57.810]That Georgia banker was a jealous man
[01:03.320]Every time he'd talk about her
[01:08.600]You could see the fire in his eyes
[01:12.910]He'd say, "I would walk through hell on Sunday
[01:19.630]To keep my rose in paradise"
[01:25.230]He hired a man to tend the garden
[01:30.510]Keep an eye on her while he was gone
[01:35.900]Some say they ran away together
[01:41.100]Some say the gardener left alone
[01:46.920]Now the banker is an old man
[01:52.290]And the mansion's crumbling down
[01:57.860]He sits all day and stares at the garden
[02:03.360]Not a trace of her was ever found
[02:08.870]Every time he'd talk about her
[02:13.960]You could see the fire in his eyes
[02:18.580]He'd say, "I would walk through hell on Sunday
[02:25.030]To keep my rose in paradise"
[02:30.780]Now there's a rose out in the garden
[02:36.030]It's beauty cuts just like a knife
[02:41.500]They say that it even grows in the winter time
[02:46.950]And blooms in the dead of the night