If Roses grow in heaven,
Lord, please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my friend's arms
and tell them, they're from me...
Tell them that I love and miss,
them, and when they turn to smile,
place a kiss upon their cheek,
and hold them for a while...
Because remembering them is easy,
I do it every day,
But there's an ache within my heart,
that will never go away...
Lord, please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my friend's arms
and tell them, they're from me...
Tell them that I love and miss,
them, and when they turn to smile,
place a kiss upon their cheek,
and hold them for a while...
Because remembering them is easy,
I do it every day,
But there's an ache within my heart,
that will never go away...
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