GIVE ME THE ROSES WHILE I LIVE 

WRITER R.H. CORNELIUS



Wonderful things of folks are said

When they have passed away

Roses adorn the narrow bed

Over the sleeping clay

Give me the roses while I live

Trying to cheer me on

Useless are flowers that you give

After the soul is gone

Let us not wait to do good deeds

Till they have passed away

Now is the time to sow good seeds

While here on earth we stay

Kind words are useless when folks lie

Cold in a narrow bed

Don't wait till death to speak kind words

Now should the words be said.