Do roses grow in heaven, Lord,

perfect in every way?

Is there a pretty yellow one,

that you could pick today?

I'd like it for my loved one,

that joined you in heaven high.

Would you give it with a note,

but please, don't tell him that I cry?

Yellow was his favorite rose,

he gave to me with a kiss.

I can still smell the fragrance,

as I sit here and reminisce.

My eyes still get teary, Lord,

for I miss him very much.

If only for a moment,

I could once more feel his touch.

Remembering our love is easy,

as I do it every day,

but my heart still has an ache,

that will never go away.

So if you have some roses,

please save a yellow one,

and tell my love I'll join him,

when my life on earth is done.