Each year on Mother's Day the rose I wore was red
But today I'm saying my first prayer mama's laying in her dying bed
I've just told mama goodbye, Mother's Day has turned to night
Like the flowers in May she withers away and my red rose is turning to white.

This is the dreaded hour we all must face some day
Yet there's consolation in my heart she will bloom in the mather's bouquet
I've just told mama goodbye, Mother's Day has turned to night
Like the flowers in May she withers away and my red rose is turning to white.

Her time has come to go and there's nothing 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 some day where the white roses turn to red...