Mama sold roses in the year '49 They were made out of paper and sold for a dime She carved out a living by walking the streets Crying, who'll buy my roses with a voice soft and sweet
If love was a measure of diamonds or gold No one could afford the roses she sold She'd shape the crape' paper and softly she'd say Your mama is tired it's been a long day
You'll find her on the corner at her flower stand Painted on an old sign, roses by hand They're only made of paper would you be so kind Buy one for the lady they only cost a dime
Twenty-nine years have gone by since mom passed away If you're looking for roses they're there on display They're not made of paper and they don't cost a dime Each rose in the window has a two dollar sign
You'll find her on the corner at her flower stand Painted on an old sign, roses by hand They're only made of paper would you be so kind Buy one for the lady they only cost a dime Buy one for the lady they only cost a dime
