Written by Del Lyon - Lani McIntire   Recorded by Hank Snow      It's only a rose from my mother's grave   That I'd planted long long ago   I pulled it from a stem, where it used to wave   With a windward soft and low      It's only a flower white and so fair   That she used to love so well   Sweet were the perfume that filled the air   Round her grave down in the dell      It's only a rose, a fragrant white rose   That bloomed on my mother's grave   Peace to her soul and blessed reposed   With a bright rose above her way      Only a rose from my mother's grave   A flower she loved when here   I shall press it away in a book and save   Bloom will never end in years      For mother was like this snow white rose   Gentle at heart and lovely too   Soon came the twilight with repose   Angels made her bed and knew      Only a rose from my mother's grave   Kissed by dew from heaven up above   Over her form it used to wave   In its tenderness and love      Only a rose, but through the years   We've been in some hollow shrine   Often our eyes will fill with tears   Gazing on this flower divine      **Transcribed by Tammy Roy from "Somewhere Along Life's Highway" 09/30/03    **Not sure about some words!