Wonderful things of folks are said
When they have passed away
Roses adorn their narrow bed
Over the sleeping clay
When they have passed away
Roses adorn their narrow bed
Over the sleeping clay
Give me the roses while I live
Trying to cheer me on
Useless are flowers that you give
After the soul is gone
Trying to cheer me on
Useless are flowers that you give
After the soul is gone
Kind words are useless when folks lie
Cold in a narrow bed
Don't wait till death to speak kind words
Now should the words be said
Cold in a narrow bed
Don't wait till death to speak kind words
Now should the words be said
Give me the roses while I live
Trying to cheer me on
Useless are flowers that you give
After the soul is gone
Trying to cheer me on
Useless are flowers that you give
After the soul is gone
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