If roses grow in heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Dads arms and tell him they are from me.
Tell him that we love and miss him
And when he turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon his cheek
And hold him for a while
Remembering him is easy, we do it every day
But there is an ache within our hearts
That will never go away
Love Debbie, Alan and Wes