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Mary picked the roses early in the morn |
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Mary picked the roses as the day was being born |
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Mary picked the roses to smell their sweet perfume |
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Mary picked the roses, but Jesus made them bloom |
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And Joseph carved a table from a piece of wood |
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Joseph carved a table, well, it was his livelihood |
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Joseph carved a table where kings could sit to eat |
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And Joseph carved a table, Jesus made the tree |
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And I write songs |
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These songs I sing |
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And I'd have none if not for Him |
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And I know whence came the tunes |
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Because Jesus made the roses |
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Jesus made the roses bloom |
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I will soon be leaving, I will soon be gone |
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I will soon be leaving, but I leave for you my songs |
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Though this life is fleeting and time is no one's friend |
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I will soon be leaving, Jesus never ends |
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So I write songs |
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These songs I sing |
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And I'd have none if not for Him |
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And I know whence came the tunes |
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Because Jesus made the roses |
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Jesus made the roses |
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Jesus made the roses bloom |
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Made the roses bloom |
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Made the roses bloom |
