Oооh, mama  liked the roses  she ГРОУ them in the yard 
But Winter always came around  and made the growing way too hard 
Oh, mama liked the roses  and when she had the time 
She'd decorate the living room,  for all us kids to see 

When I hear the Sunday bells   ringing in the morning 
I remember crying  when she used to sing 
Oооh, mama liked the roses but most of all she cared 
About the way we learned to live 
And if we said our prayers 

You know I kept the family bible 
With a rose that she saved inside 
It was pressed between the pages 
Like it had found a place to hide 

Oооh, mama liked the roses in such a special way 
We bring them every Mother's Day 
And put them on her grave 
Oооh, mama liked the roses   MmmМ 
Mama liked the roses  Mmm
Mama liked the roses  Mmm