Only a Rose from My Mother's Grave

(Del Lyon - Lani McIntire)



It's only a rose from my mother's grave

That I'd planted long long ago

I pulled it from a stem, where it used to wave

With a windward soft and low.



It's only a flower white and so fair

That she used to love so well

Sweet were the perfume that filled the air

Round her grave down in the dell.



It's only a rose, a fragrant white rose

That bloomed on my mother's grave

Peace to her soul and blessed reposed

With a bright rose above her way.



Only a rose from my mother's grave

A flower she loved when here

I shall press it away in a book and save

Bloom will never end in years.



For mother was like this snow white rose

Gentle at heart and lovely too

Soon came the twilight with repose

Angels made her bed and knew.



Only a rose from my mother's grave

Kissed by dew from heaven up above

Over her form it used to wave

In its tenderness and love.



Only a rose, but through the years

We've been in some hollow shrine

Often our eyes will fill with tears

Gazing on this flower divine...