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.