When time shall come for my leaving
When I bid you adieu
Don’t spend your money for flowers
Just a rose will do
I’ll go to a beautiful garden
When my life’s work is through
Don’t spend your money for flowers
Just a rose will do
I want a good old-time preacher
To preach the gospel truth
I want no tales of my history
Then just a rose will do
I’ll need no organization
To make a big to-do
Just have some good old-time singing
Then just a rose will do