In a cold and cheerless garret   In a room so dim, so lone   In a frosty wintry silence   There was heard a little moan      And a little child is asking   At the break of the day   Will the roses bloom in heaven   Tell me, mama, tell me, pray      Will the roses bloom in heaven   Are there any gardens there   Any violets and clover   Way up with the angels fair   Will the branches fill with blossoms   And in winter fill with snow   Will the roses bloom in heaven   Tell me, mama, e'er I go      [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK]      Now the room grows light and lighter   Everything has caught a glow   Heaven seems to stretch about her   While dream faces come and go      Then she whispered, birds are singing   Psalms of melody   And I see the roses blooming   While the angels beckon me      Then mother whispered   In the land so bright and fair   Where the roses will be blooming   There will be no parting there      Goodbye, my little darling   For death is lingering near   And on the pale little face   There was not one trace of fear      Will the roses bloom in heaven   Are there any gardens there   Any violets and clover   Way up with the angels fair   Will the branches fill with blossoms   And in winter fill with snow   Will the roses bloom in heaven   Tell me, mama, e'er I go