Oh, mama
liked the roses she'd grow 'em in the yard But Winter always came around and
made the growin' '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 ringin' 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 she saved inside It was pressed between the
pages Like it had 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