Just One Rose Will Do

When time shall come for my leaving, when I bid you adieu;
Don’t spend your money for flowers, just one rose will do. 
Because I’m going up to a beautiful garden,
At last when my work is through.
Don’t spend your money for flowers, just one rose will do.

I’d rather have one rose, from a garden of a friend,
Than the choicest flowers when this stay on earth shall end.
I’d rather have one word in kindness said to me,
Than flattery when my heart is still and life has ceased to be.
I’d rather have a pleasant smile from a friend I know is true,
Than tears shed around my casket when I bid this world adieu.
Bring me all the flowers today, whether pink, white or red.
I’d rather have one rose now, than a truck load when I’m dead.