I've Just Told Mama Goodbye

Each year on Mother's day

The rose I wore was red

But today I'm saying my first prayer

Mama's lying on her dying bed.

I've just told Mama goodbye

Mother's day has turned to night

Like the flowers in May, she withered away

And my red rose is turning white.

This is the dreaded hour

We all must face someday

Yet there's consolation in my heart

She will bloom in the Master's bouquet.

Her time has come to go

And there's nothing I can do

Only hold her hand and say goodbye

Mama's day with her children is through.

I've just told Mama goodbye

And knelt beside her bed

I heard her say, "I'll meet you someday,

Where the white roses turn to red."