Maggie Rose
[ Cally Krallman / Randy Wills ]
I take a trip down old Kells Road…
Most every Saturday
Walking my path, I pick wild flowers…
To lay upon her grave
I brush my hand across the stone,
Weathered with soft green moss
Carved in the rock is her lovely name…
Below the St. Bridget Cross
CHORUS:
Say goodbye to my Maggie, my sweet Maggie Rose
Why our little girl left us…oh, heaven only knows
The angels’ wings embraced her as they took her from me
We buried our darling Maggie…under the Hawthorne Tree
She lay in my arms that early morn…
So fevered, quiet and weak
As I looked down in her Irish eyes…
she softly began to speak
Oh, Papa, I hear the angels…
Singing a beautiful hymn
I think they’re calling me home now…
Can I please go with them
Say goodbye to my Maggie, my dear Maggie Rose
Why our little girl left us…oh, heaven only knows
The angels’ wings embraced her as they took her from me
We buried our darling Maggie…under the Hawthorne Tree
I take a trip down old Kells Road…
Most every Saturday
Reaching down, I lay the flowers…
Upon her lonely grave
