Don't scatter roses after I'm gone A wreath of roses they placed on his grave And while he was living, there were things that he craved His life as a pauper was so very dim He needed the flowers while he could enjoy them Don't scatter roses after I'm gone Give them to me, while I carry on Now I need them to help me along Don't scatter roses after I'm gone Many times he was hungry, but you passed him by He needed your help then, but you didn't try To help when him needing to carry on Now you give him flowers after he's gone? Repeat Don't scatter roses after I'm gone