A Single Yellow Rose

In days of old, when the children were small,
We hadn't much money, heaven knows;
But somehow on those special days,
He always found me a yellow rose.

Then we moved back to Arizona,
Where only hardy cactus grows;
But in spite of the unforgiving ground,
He planted a yellow rose.

You see it blooming there above,
And oh! How my heart glows!
Where God planted only saguaros,
My love planted me a rose.

Now whenever I'm feeling lonely,
Whenever a sad wind blows;
Even if it's not blooming just then,
I think of my yellow rose.

No matter how troubled the day has been,
As it reaches a gentle close,
I draw comfort from the fact I know it is there;
My own single yellow rose!