Cifras
Give Me The Roses While I Live

Tono: D

Introducción:

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        Wonderful things of folks are said, when they have passed away.
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        Roses adorn the narrow bed, over the sleeping clay.
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Give me the roses while I live, trying to cheer me on.
   D                                                                 A                                     D 
Useless are flowers that you give, after the soul has gone.
         D                                                                   A                                           D 
        Let us not wait to do good deeds, till they have passed away.
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        Now is the time to sow good seeds, while here on earth we stay.
   G                                 D                                                             A 
Give me the roses while I live, trying to cheer me on.
   D                                                                 A                                     D 
Useless are flowers that you give, after the soul has gone.
                     D                                                               A                               D 
        Kind words are useless when folks lie cold in a narrow bed.
        Don't wait till death to speak kind words,
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        now should the words be said.
   G                                 D                                                             A 
Give me the roses while I live, trying to cheer me on.
   D                                                                 A                                     D 
Useless are flowers that you give, after the soul has gone.