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