Текст: Andrew Peterson. Mary Picked The Roses.

Mary picked the roses
Early in the morn
Mary picked the roses
As the day was being born
Mary picked the roses
To smell their sweet perfume
Mary picked the roses
But Jesus made them bloom

Joseph carved a table
From a piece of wood
Joseph carved a table
It was his livelihood
Joseph carved a table
Where kings could sit to eat
Joseph carved a table
But Jesus made the tree

And I write songs
These songs I sing
(Hey, la la la)
I'd have none if not for him
And I know whence came the tunes
(Hey, la la la)
Because Jesus made the roses
Jesus made the roses bloom

I will soon be leaving
I will soon be gone
I will soon be leaving
But I leave for you my songs
Though this life is fleeting
And time is no one's friend
I will soon be leaving
But Jesus never ends

So I'll write songs
These songs I sing
(Hey, la la la)
I'd have none if not for him
And I know whence came the tunes
(Hey, la la la)
Because Jesus made the roses
Jesus made the roses bloom
He made the roses bloom