Give Me the Roses [core]
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
