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

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

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
💔 Mama liked the roses