My Desert Rose
by Danny Eugene Olson
When I was young, not real old,
I was searching this life to and fro,
looking for that desert rose,
having a heart of gold.
Trying this one and that one,
none to be true,
until I laid my eyes on you.
Now I'm old and not real young,
still with my desert rose.
I vowed to keep until that day,
when we walk through that pearly gate.
Oh, how I love my DESERT ROSE.