| Papa brought flowers for mama today
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| And all the grown children, but it’s not mother’s day
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| I don’t have no money, not even a dime
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| But I brought mama flowers like I have all the time
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| Everyday I pick flowers from this pretty hill
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| A small box of Daisies and a few Daffodils
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| I bring them to mama at the end of the day
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| And say flowers for mama, here’s mama’s bouquet
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| They brighten her face and she holds me close
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| She’d say they are more precious than a beautiful rose
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| And she wore a smile sweeter than millions of flowers
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| A smile that I’ll carry through life’s darkest hours
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| Spoken:
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| Now mama was lying there, yes, they tell me she passed away
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| And she was surrounded by flowers that out-shined my bouquet
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| I know mine aren’t fancy but still all the while
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| They were placed in her hand and I know I saw mama smile
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| Sang:
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| Flowers for mama I picked them today
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| Not very much, just a simple bouquet
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| Mom wasn’t so fancy but up there above
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| She’s the prettiest flower in God’s garden of love |