Sweeter Than The Flowers
Just as far as I can remember
She'll remain the rose of my heart
Mama fell sick along in December
February brought us broken hearts

The reason we've not called a family reunion
We knew that she wouldn't be there
But now that we've thought it all over Mama
We know you're spirit is here

Oh no I can't forget the hours your the only one Momma
And sweeter than the flowers
Oh no there's no use to bother
To speak of you now would only hurt Father
Oh no momma we'll never forget you
And someday we'll meet you up there

We all gathered round and I stared at their faces
All heads were bowed mighty low
But this was one time we all had to face it
Though it hurt us so badly you know

Well it looked so good to see us together
But I had to look after dad
Oh no Mother when I passed by your casket
I didn't want to remember you dead

 This is my "Daddy" in early 1950's at Christmas time in his living-room. He used to whistle "SWEETER THAN THE FLOWERS" all the time and then I found it on the web and it is such a sad old song, from the early 1930/40's. Daddy always whistled from one little hole at the side of his mouth and I do not know how he did it! But he was really good at it!

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Updated on June 20, 2005