I have a couple of verses that aren't above or in the database, but I don't know where I found the 1925 publication date. The version I have is credited to R.H. Cornelius & James Rowe, so I don't know if the A.P. Carter attribution is correct.
It's a wonderful song, but I have a friend who wanted it sung for her husband's funeral last year. We gently convinced her that it was a bit too morbid for a funeral. One might wonder how anything could be too morbid for a funeral, but I think we were correct.

GIVE ME THE ROSES NOW
(R.H. Cornelius and James Rowe, 1925)

Wonderful things of folks are said,
When they have passed away;
Roses adorn the narrow bed,
Over the sleeping clay.

CHORUS:
Give me the roses while I live,
Try to cheer me on;
Useless the flowers that you give,
After the soul is gone.

Praises are heard not by the dead,
Roses they cannot see;
Let us not wait till souls have fled,
Generous friends to be.
CHORUS

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

Source: Mel Bay's Old-Time Gospel Songbook (by Wayne Erbsen, 1993), page 25

-Joe Offer-