| We all were called to come back
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| To the old home on the farm
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| Mother’s passed away, what a mournful day
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| And as my daddy watched
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| His eyes were filled with pain and hurt
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| When someone stepped upon a rose
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| And crushed it in the dirt
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| Don’t step on Mother’s roses, Daddy cried
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| She planted them the day she was my bride
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| And every time I see a rose, I see her smiling face
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| She made my darkest days look bright
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| Around the old home place"
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| «Don't step on Mother’s roses, let them grow
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| The way they did since many years ago
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| They will bloom for me each year
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| And I will have Mother near
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| Don’t step on Mother’s roses, let them grow»
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| Years have passed away
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| And how the old home place has changed
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| Daddy had to go, we all miss him so
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| Children pick the roses as they go along the way
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| But when their petals are abused, I hear my daddy say |