You said to stop and smell the roses
Each time you pass them by
Don't be in such a hurry
For even roses have to die
A fragrance like no other
A smell your senses consume
A drop of love from up above
A little of Heaven's perfume
It's the flower of perfection
That its stem so gently adorns
Its petals hold such beauty
That they're guarded by its thorns
You said to stop and smell the roses
And for twenty years I've tried
I'm no longer in a hurry
Without you by my side
The roses are a part of me
Knowing the joy they gave
So I stop and smell the roses
As I place them on your grave