7 acessos
Each year on Mother's Day, the rose I wore was red
But today I'm saying my first prayer
Mama's lying on her dyin' bed
I've just told Mama goodbye, Mother's Day has turned to night
Like the flowers in May, she withered away
And my red rose is turnin' white
This is the dreaded hour, we all must face someday
Yet there's consolation in my heart
She will bloom in the Master's bouquet
I've just told Mama goodbye, Mother's Day has turned to night
Like the flowers in May, she withered away
And my red rose is turnin' white
Her time has come to go and there's nothin' I can do
Only hold her hand and say goodbye
Mama's day with her children is through
I've just told Mama goodbye and knelt beside her bed
I heard her say, "I'll meet you someday
Where the white roses turn to red"