In a cold and cheerless garret In a room so dim, so lone ’Mid the frosty wint’ry silence There was heard a little moan And a little child is asking At the break of the day Will the roses bloom in heaven Tell me momma, tell me pray 
Chorus Will the roses bloom in heaven Are there any gardens there Any violets and clover Way up with the angels fair 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 Everything has caught a glow Heaven seems to stretch about her While dreams faces come and go Then she whispers, 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 near And on the little pale face There was not one trace of fear 
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