Give Me the Roses
Wonderful things of folks are said
When they have passed away
Roses adorn the narrow bed
Over the sleeping clay
Chorus
Give me the roses while I live
Trying to cheer me on
Useless are 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
Faults are forgiven when folks lie
Cold in the narrow bed
Let us forgive them ere they die
Now should the words be said
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Lyrics from the Mountain Music for Everyone Collection, a database of nearly 400 traditional songs common in bluegrass and old-time circles. The collection is provided by the Abbott family, which also offers books and CDs aimed at providing a path to playing by ear, songbooks, and play-along CDs for learning these traditional songs. Visit www.PlayingByEar.com for more.