Lyrics Kentucky Rose.lrc Michael W. Smith
[id: rqpluxnx]
[ar: Michael W. Smith]
[al: The First Decade]
[ti: Kentucky Rose]
[length: 05:27]
[00:14.33]Sun comes up, Sunday morn
[00:21.72]On the little church where I’ve been since I was born
[00:29.37]And there he stood, a hearty smile
[00:37.02]You could hear his voice ringin’ out for a country mile
[00:44.33]And he could place your mind at ease
[00:51.04]With his tenderness and a heart that aimed to please
[00:58.33]A pauper’s hands, a farmer’s clothes
[01:06.09]Just a preacher man we called Kentucky Rose
[01:19.79]He worked the soul like he worked the land
[01:27.39]He spoke in ways anyone could understand
[01:34.76]Simple words of simple faith
[01:42.16]And when it came to love, he would go out of his way
[01:49.43]A helping hand, a soothing chat
[01:56.54]And he practiced what he preached, imagine that
[02:03.54]And as far as kindess goes
[02:11.12]There was none compared to old Kentucky Rose
[02:18.90]
[02:41.57]Evenings stroll crossed Shiler’s bridge
[02:49.88]That’s when he saw the boy trapped be low that rocky ridge
[02:56.50]He knew the danger that he would face
[03:04.34]It’s as if he saved the child only to take his place
[03:13.30]For on that ridge of stone and ice
[03:20.37]Kentucky met his maker in a sacrifice
[03:27.46]Why he’s gone, God only knows
[03:34.67]Maybe for the company of his Ketucky Rose
[03:41.77]So peaceful in his Sunday best
[03:48.43]He was buried on a hill and laid to rest
[03:55.40]When people heard, they came in droves
[04:02.73]To say their last goodbyes to sweet Kentucky Rose
[04:13.02]
[04:24.10]Now on that hill one flower grows
[04:30.92]They say it is the spirit of Kentucky Rose
[04:38.23]They say it is the spirit of Kentucky Rose
[04:44.94]I believe it is the spirit of Kentucky Rose
[04:55.74]Year of Release: 1993