Here's another. Over the wall and into the roses.
GIVE ME THE ROSES WHILE I LIVE
Wonderful things of folks are said,
When they have passed away;
Roses adorn their narrow bed,
Over the sleeping face.
CHORUS. Give me the roses while I live, Let us not wait to do good deeds,
Trying to cheer me on;
Useless are flowers that you give,
After the soul is gone.
Till they have passed away;
Now is the time to sow good seed,
While here on earth we stay.
Kind words are useless when folks lie,
Cold in a narrow bed;
Don't wait till death to speak kind words,
Now should the words be said.
Give me the roses while I live,
Don't wait until I die;
To spread the roses o'er my grave,
To see as you pass it by.