Sweeter Than The Flowers
by Ervin T. Rouse, Morry Burns and Lois Mann
"Carrying 'Sweeter
Than The Flowers' was just like a woman carrying a baby.
Now, a song is in your heart and soul just like a child.
It's a load to write about your own mother, and our
mother was a very sweet woman. She loved all of her
children—she had fifteen head of children—and we all
loved her. And when she passed away, our main
remembrance of Mama was that she was more sweeter then
any flower. We sang her song to hundreds of millions of
people throughout our times and career in show business
and we're mighty, mighty proud and happy that we had
life in our bodies to do that." —Ervin T. Rouse
Sweeter Than The Flowers
Just as far as I can remember
She'll remain the rose of my heart
Mama took sick along in December
February brought us broken hearts
The reason we've not called a family reunion
We knew that she wouldn't be there
But since we've thought it all over, Mama
We know that your spirit is there.
Oh, no, I can't forget the hours
You're the onliest one, Mom, and sweeter than the
flowers
Oh, no, there's no need to bother
To speak of you now would only hurt farther.
Well, it looked so good to see us together
But I had to look after dad
Oh, no, Mama, when I passed by your coffin
I didn't want to remember you dead.
They all gathered 'round, I stared at their faces
All heads were bowed mighty low
But that was one time we all had to face it
Though it hurt us so bad you know.
Oh, no, Mama, we'll never forget you
And someday we'll meet you up there.
