If roses grow in heaven Lord
Please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my daughters arms
And tell her they’re from me.
Tell her that I love her and
Miss her, and when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek
And hold her for a while
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it everyday, but there is an ache
Within my heart that will never go away
Please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my daughters arms
And tell her they’re from me.
Tell her that I love her and
Miss her, and when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek
And hold her for a while
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it everyday, but there is an ache
Within my heart that will never go away
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