Like the Rose, It Withers, It Dies
By: Verne Garrison, Valley Park, Mo
August 18, 2007
Banjo tuned Eb, played in Key of D
D
Well my spirits broke
A
I aint no good any more
D G D
I am looked on as a joke
A D
My mind, my body they are at war
D G D
Little things become big to me
A
A curt word, a woeful glance
D G D
Worse sometimes when nothings said
A D
I wish no more for another chance
G D
I have seen my better days
A
I am well aware of that
D G
But I never figured the haze
D A D
Or to be tossed away like an old hat
G D
My creed says there is a place for me
A
And I have made amends with the One that counts
D G D
Best for me with all this uncertainty
A D
To call on Him as the pressure mounts
G D
Yes, I have lost the love of thee
A
I can see it in your eyes
D G D
My partner since fifty three
A D
Love, like the rose it withers, it dies