Mary Picked the Roses

Mary picked the roses
 Early in the morn
 Mary picked the roses
 As the day was being born
 Mary picked the roses
 To smell their sweet perfume
 Mary picked the roses
 But Jesus made them bloom
 Joseph carved a table
 From a piece of wood
 Joseph carved a table
 It was his livelihood
 Joseph carved a table
 Where kings could sit to eat
 Joseph carved a table
 But Jesus made the tree
 And I write songs
 These songs I sing
 (Hey, la la la)
 I'd have none if not for him
 And I know whence came the tunes
 (Hey, la la la)
 Because Jesus made the roses
 Jesus made the roses bloom
 I will soon be leaving
 I will soon be gone
 I will soon be leaving
 But I leave for you my songs
 Though this life is fleeting
 And time is no one's friend
 I will soon be leaving
 But Jesus never ends
 So I'll write songs
 These songs I sing
 (Hey, la la la)
 I'd have none if not for him
 And I know whence came the tunes
 (Hey, la la la)
 Because Jesus made the roses
 Jesus made the roses bloom
 He made the roses bloom