Broadway Rose
Year 1920
Words by Eugene WestMusic by Martin Fried and Otis Spencer Fred Fischer Inc. 224 W. 46th Street New York City |
First Verse A pretty flower grows along old Broadway, A mid'st the throng, gay life and song I found her drooping there, My heart went out to her I met on Broadway, A faded little rose, beneath the white light's glare: Second Verse I think about the rose I saw on Broadway, Her listless face, her trembling gaze, Beneath the starry sky, I'm praying for a little rose on Broadway, Her sad and bitter tears, In mem'ry will be nigh: Chorus Broadway Rose, there's a tear in your eye, Broadway Rose, seems I oft' hear you sigh, though you wear fancy clothes and you show silken hose, you're alone, as they all pass you by, Broadway Rose, hide your cares in a smile for to you tears have gone out of style still at heart you're a gem, though the whole world condemn no one knows of your woes, Broadway Rose. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
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