Mary Picked the Roses

Mary picked the roses early in the morn

Mary picked the roses as the day was being born

Mary picked the roses to smell their sweet perfume

Mary picked the roses, but Jesus made them bloom

And Joseph carved a table from a piece of wood

Joseph carved a table, well, it was his livelihood

Joseph carved a table where kings could sit to eat

And Joseph carved a table, Jesus made the tree

And I write songs

These songs I sing

And I'd have none if not for Him

And I know whence came the tunes

Because Jesus made the roses

Jesus made the roses bloom

I will soon be leaving, I will soon be gone

I will soon be leaving, but I leave for you my songs

Though this life is fleeting and time is no one's friend

I will soon be leaving, Jesus never ends

So I write songs

These songs I sing

And I'd have none if not for Him

And I know whence came the tunes

Because Jesus made the roses

Jesus made the roses

Jesus made the roses bloom

Made the roses bloom

Made the roses bloom