There is a rose I know that refused to grow on east coast sand

So I took her west because I thought best but that is a rocky land

Well she swore to me if we were by the sea when the sun went down

She would finally bloom when she saw the moon on California’s ground

But how could I have known once she had grown her thorns would not let me near

Whoa she left me there

My little rose

All alone in my new foreign home

Yeah how could I have known once she had grown her thorns would not let me near

Whoa she left me there

My little rose

All alone in my new foreign home