I would rather have one little rose
From the garden of a friend,
Than to have the choicest flowers
When my stay on earth must end.
I would rather have a pleasant word
In kindness said to me,
Than flattery when my heart is still,
And life has ceased to be.
I would rather have a loving smile
From friends I know are true,
Than tears shed ‘round my casket
When this world I’ve bid adieu.
Bring me all your flowers today,
Whether pink, or white, or red;
I’d rather have one blossom now,
Than a truckload when I’m dead.