aimusic.one

Verse 1:
Oh, my dear Rosalee, lost within the Georgia pines,
Your mother has woven tales, barriers she defines,
But deep in my soul, where the old ghosts play,
There’s a yearning so profound as night swallows day.

Chorus:
Hear that mournful cry of the train down the line,
Echoing the pain, for you were never mine,
It was not your choice to stay so far away,
In the shadows, I stand, where I must stay.

Verse 2:
The moss hangs low, beneath the Southern breeze,
Paths we should have shared, ’neath the whispering trees,
Your absence deeply felt, as though you chose to part,
Yet it was not you, but your mother, who broke my heart.

Chorus:
Hear that mournful cry of the train down the line,
Echoing the pain, for you were never mine,
It was not your choice to stay so far away,
In the shadows, I stand, where I must stay.


Bridge:
By the river’s edge, where the waters know my sorrow,
May you see through the fog, the truths of tomorrow,
Your mothers fears, not yours, tore our world apart,
I still hold a candle for you, in the chapel of my heart.

Verse 3:
If I seem to guard the storm, it’s ‘cause the storm guards me,
Underneath the stars, where we were meant to be,
Bound by love, enduring each endless plight,
Rosalee, you’re my prayer, in the depths of night.

Chorus:
Hear that mournful cry of the train down the line,
Echoing the pain, for you were never mine,
It was not your choice to stay so far away,
In the shadows, I stand, where I must stay.

Outro:
Distance drawn not by fate, but by hands not mine,
Your absence, the aching void in the fabric of thine,
Lost moments, milestones, on paths we couldn’t tread,
Forever my daughter, in every silent tear I shed.