Light faded red, full bloom in summer
Her favorite memories are where it grows
She always said, just like her mother
Her favorite color, Confederate rose
Out by the barn that's slowly falling
Her daddy's calling, but she knows
She can't go back even if she wanted
That place is haunted, Confederate rose
A southern wind, long since forgotten
Still shakes the cotton when it blows
Behind that house, out in the garden
Stands a single Confederate rose
She always said, just like her mother
Her favorite color, Confederate rose