Yellow roses grow in heaven, Lord pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my father's arms and tell him they're from me.
Tell him that I love and miss him.
When he turns to smile place a kiss upon his cheek & hold him for awhile,
because remembering him is easy, I ...do ...it every day.
There's ...an ache... in my heart that will never go away.
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