Wonderful things of folks are said when they have passed away Roses're torn the narrow bed over the sleeping clay Give me the roses while I live trying to cheer me on Useless to flowers that you give after the soul is gone
[Más Letras en es.mp3lyrics.org/TkPK] Praises I've heard not by the dead roses they cannot see Let us not pray till souls have pled generous friends to be Give me the roses while... [dobro] Olds are forgiven when folks lie cold in the narrow bed Let us forgive them where they die now should the words be said Give me the roses while...