I've just told Mother good-by.
Mother's Day has turned to night.
Like the flowers in May, she withered away
And my red rose is turning white.
2. This is the dreaded hour
We all must face someday.
But there's consolation in my heart
She will bloom in the Master's bouquet.
3. 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.
I've just told Mama goodbye
And knelt beside her bed
I heard her say, "I'll meet you someday,
Where the white roses turn to red.
End: I just told Mother good-by.