... and another fond memory

Little did I think as a young boy, when choosing a record to play for my mother as she lay in bed with a bad dose of the flu, that I would one day have my very own "Yellow Rose of Texas"
It is strange sometimes how things work out in life but I do have this vivid memory of playing that tune over and over way back then. And now, I'm living in Texas with my very own "Rose"

< She's the sweetest little rosebud that Texas ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew;
You may talk about your Clementine, and sing of Rosalee,
But the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl for me. >