D A D
Wonderful things of folks are said, when they have passed away.
A D
Roses adorn the narrow bed, over the sleeping clay.
G D A
Give me the roses while I live, trying to cheer me on.
D A D
Useless are flowers that you give, after the soul has gone.
D A D
Let us not wait to do good deeds, till they have passed away.
A D
Now is the time to sow good seeds, while here on earth we stay.
G D A
Give me the roses while I live, trying to cheer me on.
D A D
Useless are flowers that you give, after the soul has gone.
D A D
Kind words are useless when folks lie cold in a narrow bed.
Don't wait till death to speak kind words,
A D
now should the words be said.
G D A
Give me the roses while I live, trying to cheer me on.
D A D
Useless are flowers that you give, after the soul has gone.
