she s a bird song high up in the hickories she s a river running on to the silver sea she s a starlight on a summer evening a little rose my virginia she s a rose we went walking by the shady harpeth the morning wind blew her hair across her face she held my hand i whispered her name she s my rose sweet virginia she s my rose yesterday i rode the late bus from tupelo and in the long night i thought of all the miles to go i closed my eyed and dreamed of my good home and my rose i dreamed of my virginia rose she s a rose my virginia she s a rose