"Smell the Roses"
Copyright@2003 Michael S. Robinson
I was there, at his bedside, when my dear Daddy died--
My heart, full of grief, yet a deep sense of pride,
'Cause my Pa, he'd worked hard from his youth 'til the end,
and his last words to me were the words of a friend.
Chorus: Take time to stop and smell the roses, Son.
There are times you can walk and you don't have to run.
Take it from me; I'm a fellow who knows,
'cause I worked all my life, but I ain 't smelled a rose.
As his strong heartbeat slowed, I can still hear his words:
"Take time for the woods and the songs of the birds.
Time given to roses and lovin's no waste.
Don't gulp down your life; Stop to savor its taste.
Chorus: Take time to stop and smell the roses, Son.
There are times you can walk and you don't have to run.
Take it from me; I'm a fellow who knows,
'cause I worked all my life, but I ain't smelled a rose.