Little Rosa

Little Rosa was her name, And still I cry in vain, My world won't be the same, Since she's gone from me.

I had gone to visit a grave, Of a friend of mine, And as I walked through the graveyard, I noticed this man kneeling down, By the grave of a child, And in his hand he held a big red rose, And tears were streaming down his cheeks.

So I walked over and laid a hand on his shoulder, And started to talk to him, And during the course of our conversation, And in his broken english, This is the story just as he told it to me.

He said, "Mister I'm a walking down the street today and I passed by a big flower shop, I walk in and I asked the man in the shop, I said boss how much for one red rose?, And he looked at me with one big frown, And he says, One dollar please.

But a buyer in a veil, a well Dressed blonde young lady walked in, And she said, how much for one red rose, And he looked at her with one big smile, And he says 10 cents, then I said boss, How come you charge me a dollar for the rose, And charge the young lady, only ten cents?

And he said look mister, You tell me why you want the rose, And maybe I give it to you for nothing.

This I said boss I'm a hard workin man, Work on the railroad and don't make too much money, And I gotta little girl and her name is Rosa, Aww Rosa's just about this high boss.

Every day when I come home from work, Little Rosa comes runnin to meet her papa, And she throw's her little arms around my neck, And says papa and I'd say Rosa.

Aww but one day, boss, I come home from work, And I don't see Rosa. I look down by the railroad track, And I see one big crowd, I go down and I be pushing, The crowd this way and pushing the crowd that way, And there was at my feet lay my little Rosa,

And that's why I want the rose boss I wanna put them on little Rosa's grave The man didn't say nothing but he picked the biggest, And the reddest rose and he gave it to me, And I said thank you boss, thank you very much.