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| Yellow Rose of Texas Mitch Miller (1955) Association: my father I was raised with this song. My father was an Okie and who knows when I first heard it. Very catchy melody. I always thought my father's favorite color was yellow and associated the yellow hypericum blooming in front of our house with him. But roses? Yellow is my favorite color of rose. In the language-of-flowers it can mean drop dead, but I told my Turkish friends that that wasn't what it meant for me. In the early 90s I had a wild yellow rose bush. My friend Esfan made rose jelly from it. The golden color fading as the pectin sets cooked petals in a jar, more precious than when fresh (24 syllable couplet: 12/12) Years later when I was living in Kansas I wrote this for Rose Lynn at the KU bookstore: "Yellow Rose of Kansas"  Yellow Rose of Kansas The yellow rose of Kansas blooms a verdant velveteen. Elegant, she shimmers, through aisles of books and dreams. With eloquence she speaks of folk that dwell in other lands, where velvet was a well-known coin, and washing done by hand. (It kept them humble.) The yellow rose blooms bright this Spring, a thornless smile in velveteen. © Kåre Enga [162.32] (5.april.2005) Mith Miller's version that came out in 1955: This is a more listenable version without lyrics but using traditional instruments by Craig Duncan: Lyrics: There's a yellow rose of Texas That I am going to see No other fellow knows her No other, only me She cried so when I left her It like to broke my heart And if I ever find her We never more will part She's the greatest little rosebud This soldier ever knew Her eyes are bright as diamonds They sparkle like the dew You may talk about your Clementine And sing of Rosa Lee But the Yellow Rose of Texas Is the only girl for me Where the Rio Grande is flowing And the starry skies are bright She walks along the river In the quiet summer night She thinks if I remember When we parted long ago I promised to come back again And never leave her so Oh now I'm going to find her For my heart is full of woe And we'll sing the song together That we sang so long ago We'll play the banjo gaily And we'll sing the song of yore And the Yellow Rose of Texas Shall be mine for ever more She's the sweetest rose of color This soldier ever knew Her eyes are bright as diamonds They sparkle like the dew You may talk about your Clementine And sing of Rosa Lee But the Yellow Rose of Texas Is the only girl for me *Some versions have these 2 lines as the last lines of chorus* But the Yellow Rose of Texas Beats the girls of Tennessee In:
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