Wonderful things of folks are said when they have passed away
Roses adorn the narrow bed over the sleeping clay
Give me the roses while I live trying to cheer me on
Useless the flowers that you give after the soul is gone
Praises are heard not by the dead roses they cannot see
Let us not wait till souls have fled generous friends to be
Give me the roses while...
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Faults are forgiven when folks lie cold in the narrow bed
Let us forgive them 'ere they die now should the words be said
Give me the roses while...
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