now come and listen to my story my story that i know is true a little rose bloomed in georgia with marigold and a heart of gold way down in the blue ridge mountains way down where the tall pines grow there s my sweetheart of the mountain she s my little georgia rose my mother left her with another a carefree life she had planned the baby now is a lady the one her mother couldn t stand way down in the blue ridge mountains way down where the tall pines grow there s my sweetheart of the mountain she s my little georgia rose we often sang old songs together i watched her do her little part she smiled at me when i would tell her that she was my sweetheart way down in the blue ridge mountains way down where the tall pines grow there s my sweetheart of the mountain she s my little georgia rose