If roses grow in Heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for us. Place them in our Mother's arms and tell her they're from us. Tell her we love her and miss her, and when she turns to smile, Place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for a while. Because remembering her is easy, We do it every day, But there's an ache within our heart That will never go away. — With love, from your family. …
If roses grow in Heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for us. Place them in our Mother's arms and tell her they're from us. Tell her we love her and miss her, and when she turns to smile, Place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for a while. Because remembering her is easy, We do it every day, But there's an ache within our heart That will never go away. — With love, from your family. …