OK now that we are diverting--
This one written by a Welsh miner--
This one stolen by the Carter family--

   D                                 A
  Wonderful things of folks are said,
  When they have passed away.
     D                                 A
  Flowers adorn the narrow bed,
  And over the sleeping lay.    A  A7    

CHORUS
  G                 D             E
  Give me the roses while I live, trying to cheer me on,
   D                                  A                D
  Useless the flowers that you give, after the soul is gone.    

   D                                 A
  Folks are forgiven when folks lie,
  Cold in the narrow bed.
     D                                 A
  Let us forgive them ere they die,
  Now should the words be said.    

CHORUS    

   D                                 A
  Praises are heard not by the dead,
  Roses they cannot see.
     D                                  A
  Let us not wait till souls have fled,
  Tenderest friends to be.    

CHORUS, REPEAT CHORUS

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