Back in the hills of east Tennessee
Where the sweet mountain laurel grows
Blooms another flower, wild and free
Golden autumn's October Rose

Blushing and pink, petals shine in the sun
As beside her the mountain stream flows
She bends with the breeze until daylight is gone
Golden autumn's October Rose

The days grow short, and darkness falls
And the harvest moon rises and glows
The silver beams shine and the snowy owl calls,
"Winter's coming, October Rose"

When heaven's tears fall on her soft tender skin
With bowed head ,as time passes, she knows
Winter will come, spring and summer again,
Then golden autumn for October Rose

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