In a cold and cheerless garret In a room so dim, so lone In a frosty wintry silence There was heard a little moan
And a little child is asking At the break of the day Will the roses bloom in heaven Tell me, mama, tell me, pray
Will the roses bloom in heaven Are there any gardens there Any violets and clover Way up with the angels fair Will the branches fill with blossoms And in winter fill with snow Will the roses bloom in heaven Tell me, mama, e'er I go
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Now the room grows light and lighter Everything has caught a glow Heaven seems to stretch about her While dream faces come and go
Then she whispered, birds are singing Psalms of melody And I see the roses blooming While the angels beckon me
Then mother whispered In the land so bright and fair Where the roses will be blooming There will be no parting there
Goodbye, my little darling For death is lingering near And on the pale little face There was not one trace of fear
Will the roses bloom in heaven Are there any gardens there Any violets and clover Way up with the angels fair Will the branches fill with blossoms And in winter fill with snow Will the roses bloom in heaven Tell me, mama, e'er I go.