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Mama always wanted roses,
But I was just a kid when Papa left;
Now I know what a rose means,
If Mama were here I'd tell her this:
Here's a rose for curin' my cold,
Here's a rose for mendin' my clothes;
Here's a rose for the heartaches I've put you through,
Here's a rose to say I love you.
Mama, where did all the years go?
How you raised ten kids I'll never know;
You're all dressed up to go away.
Spoken:
And here's the last rose, Mama,
I thought I'd bring it anyway.
Here's a rose for curin' my cold,
Here's a rose for mendin' my clothes;
Here's a rose for the heartaches I've put you through,
Here's a rose to say I love you.
Here's a rose for curin' my cold,
Here's a rose for mendin' my clothes;
Here's a rose for the heartaches I've put you through,
Here's a rose to say I love you.
Mama, I love you.
