The Tragic Tale of Poor Hanley Rose (feat. Punkeydoodles Steve, Matt Schaller & Charles Johnson)

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