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 has 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.
Give me the roses while I live, trying to cheer me on.
Useless are flowers that you give, after the soul has gone.
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.
Give me the roses while I live, trying to cheer me on.
Useless are flowers that you give, after the soul has gone.