Mama Liked the Roses

Oh mama liked the roses    she grew them in the yard    But Winter always came around    and made the growing 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        ringing 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 that 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        Mmmm          Mama liked the roses          Mmmm