| Song | My Red Rose Has Turned |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 2 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | My Red Rose Has Turned |
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Each Year On Mother’s Day,
The Rose I Wore Was Red.
But Today I’m Saying My First Prayer.
Mama’s Lying On Her Dying Bed.
I’ve Just Told Mother Good-By.
Mother’s Day Has Turned To Night.
Like The Flowers In May, She Withered Away
And My Red Rose Is Turning White.
This Is The Dreaded Hour
We All Must Face Someday.
But There’s Consolation In My Heart
She Will Bloom In The Master’s Bouquet.
Her Time Has Come To Go,
And There’s Nothing I Can Do
Only Hold Her Hand And Say “Goodbye”,
Mama’s Day With Her Children Is Through.
