Sanoja: Porter Wagoner. Bride's Bouquet.

My beautiful rose from the bride's bouquet
I went to a wedding one bright summer day
The bride was a beauty 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
The service was over and beside the church door
I picked up the rose that fell on the floor
I bathed it with teardrops then threw it away
My beautiful rose from the bride's bouquet
It's only a rose from the bride's bouquet
Once filled with love's perfume now faded away

Like the love that I gave her she threw it away
My beautiful rose from the bride's bouquet
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It's only a rose from the bride's bouquet