Now come and listen to my story A story that I know is true A little rose that bloomed in Georgia With hair of gold and a heart so true Way down in the blue ridge mountains Way down where the tall pines grow Lives my sweetheart of the mountains She's my little Georgia rose Her mother left her with another A carefree life she had planned The baby now she is a lady The one her mother couldn't stand We often sing those songs together I watched her do her little part She smiled at me when I would tell her That she was my sweetheart