A Rose From A Bride's Bouquet

(Jimmy Dickens - Clarke VanHess - Marty Hale)

(It was only a rose from the bride's bouquet.)

I went to a wedding one bright summer day

The bride was a beauty and the people were gay

Alone in a corner I stood till the end

For the girl was my sweetheart and the boy my best friend.

When the service was over there beside the church door

I picked up a rose that fell on the floor

Alone and neglected as I was that day

Was my sweet little rose from the bride's bouquet.

It was only a rose from the bride's bouquet

Once filled with loves perfume now faded and grey

Like the love that she gave me it faded away

This sweet little rose from the bride's bouquet.

Each petal reminds me of a moment of bliss

A sweet little love word and a lingering kiss

I waited in teardrops then hide it away

My sweet little rose from the bride's bouquet...