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 Joseph carved a table From a piece of wood Joseph carved a table It was his livelihood Joseph carved a table Where kings could sit to eat Joseph carved a table But Jesus made the tree And I write songs These songs I sing (Hey, la la la) I'd have none if not for him And I know whence came the tunes (Hey, la la la) 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 But Jesus never ends So I'll write songs These songs I sing (Hey, la la la) I'd have none if not for him And I know whence came the tunes (Hey, la la la) Because Jesus made the roses Jesus made the roses bloom He made the roses bloom