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