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 the flowers that we give After the soul is gone Praises are heard not by the dead Roses they can not see Let us not wait til souls have flaked Generous friends to be Give me the roses while I live Trying to cheer me on Useless the flowers that we give After the soul is gone Faults are forgiven when they lie Cold in their narrow bed Let us forgive them before they die Now should the words be said Give me the roses while I live Trying to cheer me on Useless the flowers that we give After the soul is gone After the soul is gone