White Rose

We all turned home, so sad and forlorn
Home was so empty and so all alone
We're thinking of mother in her lonely grave
All be brought back was this rose from her grave(often also breast)

In the old family bible, this flower is pressed
In the old family graveyard our mother's at rest
We'll keep as a token, of the love that she gave
This beautiful white rose I took from her grave (or breast)

We miss our darling, our mother so dear
And all of her prayers, that we used to hear
We'll keep as a token, of the love that she gave
This beautiful white rose I took from her grave.