Hazel Dickens - Faded Pressed Rose lyrics

When Papa was lyin' on his d**h bed He told me a story I'll never forget He recalled when Mama and he were first wed And when she first planted her small flower bed He spoke of the first rose that bloomed in the spring And how she cared for it when there was no rain He told how the fragrance of the flowers How she made her Bible marker from the first one that bloomed He said of all the memories that I now hold My favorite is her marker, the faded pressed rose [instrumental break] Papa's been gone now just one year today And I placed from Mama's garden pretty flowers on her grave I'm holdin' in my hand the first bloom she ever grow'd From her Bible, the faded pressed rose And now when I read from the good book they loved The old home is filled with their spirit from above And their memories cheer me through my lonely hours When I remember all the love that they shared in the flower Now the fondest of my memories that I now hold Is the marker from her Bible, the faded pressed rose The marker from Mama's Bible, the faded pressed rose