Rose In Paradise
She was a flower for the taking
Her beauty cut just like a knife
He was a banker from Macon
He swore he'd love her all a his life
He bought her a mansion on the mountain
With a formal garden and a lot a land
But paradise became her prison
That Georgia banker was a jealous man

Every time he'd talk about her
You could see the fire in his eyes
He'd say, "I would walk through hell on Sunday (hell on Sunday)
To keep my rose in paradise"

He hired a man to tend the garden
And keep an eye on her while he was gone
Some say they ran away together
Some say that gardener left alone
Now the banker is an old man
That Georgia mansion is crumbling down
He sits all day and he stares at the garden
Not a trace of her was ever found
Every time he'd talk about her
You could see the fire in his eyes
He'd say, "I would walk through hell on Sunday (hell on Sunday)
To keep my rose in paradise"

There's a rose out in the garden
It's beauty cuts just like a knife
Some say that it even grows in the winter time
And it  blooms in the dead of the night

Ooooh, ooooh, (grows in winter time)
Ooooh, ooooh, (grows in winter time)
Ooooh, ooooh, (grows in winter time)
Ooooh, ooooh