I've Just Told Mama Goodbye
Each year on mother's day The rose I wore was red But today I'm saying my first prayer Mama's lying on her dying bed. I've just told mama good- bye Mother's day has turned to night Like the flowers in may, she withered away And my red rose is turning white. This is the dreaded hour We all must face someday Yet there's consolation in my heart She will bloom in the master's bouquet. Her time has come to go And there's nothing I can do Only hold her hand and say goodbye Mama's day with her children is through. I've just told mama goodbye And knelt beside her bed I heard her say, "I'll meet you someday, Where the white roses turn to red."