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GOne of my fondest memories
Was Csittin' on my daddy's knee
GListenin' to the stories that he told
GHe'd pull out that old photograph
Like a Ctreasured memory from the past, and say
"GChild, this Dhere's the Van Lear GRose"
G
GOh, how it would bring a smile
CWhen he talked about her big, blue eyes
GAnd how her beauty ran down to her soul
GShe'd walk across the coal miner's yard
TheCm miners would yell loud and hard
GAnd they'd dreaDm of who would hold the GVan Lear Rose
C
She was the belle of Johnson county
Ohio Griver to Big Sandy
A Dbeauty to behold like a Gdiamond in the coal
All the Cminers they would gather 'round
And Gtalk about the man that came to town
Right Dunder their nose, stole the heart of the VGan Lear Rose
GNow, the Van Lear Rose could of had her pick
CAnd all the fellers figured rich
GUntil this poor boy caught her eye
GHis buddies would all laugh and say,
C"You're dreamin' boy,she'll never look your way
GYou'll never, eDver hold the Van LeaGr Rose"
GThen one night in mid-July
CUnderneath that old blue Kentucky sky
GWell, that poor boy won that beauty's heart
Then my daddy would look at my mommy and smile
As he Cbrushed the hair back from my eyes and he'd say,
"Your Gmama, Dshe's the Van Lear GRose"
RigDht under their nose, stole the hGeart of the Van Lear Rose
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