Mama Liked the Roses

Oh, mama liked the roses

She grew them in the yard

But winter always came around

And made the growing way too hard

Oh, mama liked the roses

And when she had the time

She'd decorate the living room

For all us kids to see

When I hear the Sunday bells

Ringing in the morning

I remember crying

When she used to sing

Oh, mama liked the roses

But most of all she cared

About the way we learned to live

And if we said our prayers

You know I kept the family bible

With a rose that she saved inside

It was pressed between the pages

Like it found a place to hide

Oh, mama liked the roses

In such a special way

We bring them every Mother's Day

And put them on her grave

Oh, mama liked the roses

Mama liked the roses

Oh, mama liked the roses