I attended my Uncle Phil's funeral on Saturday. The road in and out of the valley seems lonelier without a friendly wave from my Uncle. He was usually out taking care of his yard, doing barn work, checking his mail with his trusty little dog close at his heels, or just doing repairs around his home. He is greatly missed. Just A Rose Will Do
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
At last when life's work is through.
Don't spend your money for flowers
Just a rose will do.
I'll need no organization
To make a bid to-do,
I'll need no fine decorations,
Just a rose will do.
I'll go to a beautiful garden
At last when life's work is through.
Don't spend your money for flowers
Just a rose will do.
Just have an old-fashioned preacher
To preach a sermon or two
Don't spend your money for flowers
Just a rose will do.
I'll go to a beautiful garden
At last when life's work is through.
Don't spend your money for flowers
Just a rose will do.