These Are The Flowers We Love


Petals are fading, handle with care.

These are the flowers we love.

Daddy's health's failing, mama's not strong.

Gone are the day's, filled with laughter and song.

Rubies and diamonds none can compare.

Gold mixed with silver, has colored their hair.

Old age, is a beautiful flower.

Blooming from young tender buds.

Petals are fading handle with care,

These are the flowers we love.


Petals are fading, daddy grows weak.

Mama prays softly, with a tear on her cheek.

Beautiful flowers, wonderful theme;

Crossing death's valley is only a dream!


Old age, is a beautiful flower.

Blooming from young tender buds.

Petals are fading handle with care,

These are the flowers we love.

Old age, is a beautiful flower.

And these are the flowers we love.

Petals are fading handle with care these are the flowers we love.
I think it's sung by the Primitive Quartet.