When time shall come for my leaving When I bid you adieu Don't spend your money for flowers Just a rose will do. Chorus: I'll go to a beautiful garden At last when life's work is through. Don't spend your money for flowers Just a rose will do. I'll need no organization To make a bid to-do, I'll need no fine decorations, Just a rose will do. Just have an old-fashioned preacher To preach a sermon or two Don't spend your money for flowers Just a rose will do.