In a cold and cheerless garret
In a room so dim, so lone
In a frosty wintry 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, mama, tell me, pray

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, mama, e'er I go
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Now the room grows light and lighter
Everything has caught a glow
Heaven seems to stretch about her
While dream [bad word] and go

Then she whispered, birds are singing
Psalms of melody
And I see the roses blooming
While the angels beckon me

Then mother whispered
In the land so bright and fair
Where the roses will be blooming
There will be no parting there

Goodbye, my little darling
For death is lingering near
And on the pale little face
There was not one trace of fear

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, mama, e'er I go.