Oh, mama liked the roses
she grew them in the yard
but Winter always came around
and made the growing way too hard.

Oh, mama liked the roses
 and when she had the time
she'd decorate the living room,
 for all us kids to see
when I hear the Sunday
bells ringing in the morning
I remember crying
when she used to sing.

Oh, mama liked the roses
 but most of all she cared
about the way we learned to live
and if we said our prayers.
You know I kept the family bible
with a rose that she saved inside
It was pressed between the pages
like it had found a place to hide.

Oh, mama liked the roses
 in such a special way
we bring them every Mother's Day
and put them on her grave
oh, mama liked the roses Mmmm
mama liked the roses Mmmm
oh, mama liked the roses Mmmm

Elvis Presley