The Tragic Tale of Poor Hanley Rose ft. Punkeydoodles Steve, Matt Schaller & Charles Johnson Lyrics

As the wind blows you can hear her name, echoing on in the breeze

She died alone without a hand to hold left in a shallow grave covered in leaves

One December morning a Christmas storm no warning

Water in the creek had barely begun to freeze

This is the tale of Hanley Rose

She died too soon but sometimes that's just way it goes

Some die young most of us grow old

Just another tragic tale poor Hanley Rose

Spring thaw came too early

Water rose up and flooded the fields

They found her body now her family can mourn the wounds that never quite heal

Her mother kept her room just exactly how she left it

She won't ever be back but they will never forget her

This is the tale of Hanley Rose

She died too soon sometimes that's just way it goes

Some die young most of us grow old

Just another tragic tale poor Hanley Rose

This is the tale of Hanley Rose

She died too soon sometimes that's just way it goes

Some die young most of us grow old

Just another tragic tale poor Hanley Rose

This is the tale of Hanley Rose

She died too soon sometimes that's just way it goes

Some die young most of us grow old

Just another tragic tale poor Hanley Rose

Just another tragic tale poor Hanley Rose

Just another tragic tale poor Hanley Rose

Just another tragic tale poor Hanley Rose