Give Me the Roses While I Live

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 are flowers that you give after the soul is gone

Let us not wait to do good deeds till they have passed away
Now is the time to sow good seeds while here on earth we stay

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



from Red Clay Ramblers, via Sing Out
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