In a cold and cheerless garret
In a room so dim so lone
In the frosty winter in silence
There was heard a little mourn
And a little child is asking
At the break of the day
Will the roses bloom in heaven
Tell me momma tell me pray
Will the roses bloom in heaven
Are there any gardens there
Any violets and clover
Way up with the angels there
Will the branches fill with blossoms
And in winter fill with snow
Will the roses bloom in heaven
Tell me momma ere I go
Now the room grows light and lighter
Every thing has caught a glow
Heaven seems to stretch about her
While dreams they just come and go
Then she whispered birds are singing
Songs of melody
And I see the roses blooming
While the angels beckon me
Then mother whispered
In the land so bright and fair
When the roses are blooming
There will be no parting there
Goodbye my little darling
For death is lingering here
And on the little pale face
There was not one trace of fear