10 years ago
Mrs Wendy Murray
If roses grow in heaven, lord, pick, a bunch for me;
Place them in my mothers arms and tell her there from me;
Tell that I love her and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for a while;
Because remembering her is easy, I do it everyday;
There's an ache within my heart that will never go away.
In memory of my mother