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
 Mmh-hm-hm-hm-hm
 Mama liked the roses
 Mmh-hm-hm-hm-hm
 Oh, mama liked the roses
 Mmh-hm-hm-hm-hm