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.

Recorded  6/17/33 Camden, NJ