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Intro: /// /// /// /// ///

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 Papa brought flowers for  mama to--day ///
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And all the grown children, but it's  not mother's  day /// ///
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I  don't have no money, not  even a  dime ///
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But I brought mama flowers like I  have all the  time /// ///

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 Everyday I pick flowers from  this pretty  hill ///
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A small box of Daisies and a  few Daffo--dils /// ///
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I  bring them to mama at the  end of the  day ///
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And say flowers for mama, here's  mama's bou--quet /// ///

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 They brighten her face and she'd  hold me  close ///
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She'd say they were more precious than a  beautiful  rose /// ///
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And she  wore a smile sweeter than  millions of  flowers ///
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A smile that I'll carry through  lifes darkest  hours /// ///

Spoken:

"Now mama was lying there, yes, they tell me she passed away.
And she was surrounded by flowers that outshined my bouquet.
I know mine aren't fancy, but still all the while,
they were placed in her hand and I know I saw mama smile."

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Sang:
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 Flowers for mama I  picked them today ///
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Not very much, just a  simple bou--quet /// ///
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 Mom wasn't so fancy, but  up there a--bove ///
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She's the prettiest flower in God's  garden of  love ////