Wonderful things of folks are said when they have passed away Roses're torn the narrow bed over the sleeping clay Give me the roses while I live trying to cheer me on Useless to flowers that you give after the soul is gone Praises I've heard not by the dead roses they cannot see Let us not pray till souls have pled generous friends to be Give me the roses while... [ dobro ] Olds are forgiven when folks lie cold in the narrow bed Let us forgive them where they die now should the words be said Give me the roses while...