Each year on Mother's day The rose I wore was red But today, I'm saying my first prayer Mama's lying on her dying bed I've just told mama goodbye Mother's day has turned to night Like the flowers in May, she withered away And my red rose is turning white This is the dreaded hour That we all must face some day Yet there's consolation in my heart She will bloom in the master's bouquet I've just told mama goodbye Mother's day has turned to night Like the flowers in May, she withered away And my red rose is turning white Her time has come to go And there's nothing I can do Only hold her hand and say goodbye Mama's day with her children is through