Don'T Droop Your Petals Down, My Rose

Don’t Droop Your Petals Down, My Rose Don’t droop your petals down, my rose. Don’t droop your petals low. On the other side of the tombstone, Is the golden sun, it glows. Don’t droop your petals down, my rose, Don’t cry those tears of grief. Don’t miss him, he’s not really gone, The one that is buried beneath. Don’t droop your petals down, my rose, And wipe those tears away. God sees you crying, look up and smile. Your night will break at day. Don’t droop your petals down, my rose, Don’t droop them, hold them high. Grandpa is smiling at you through the breeze, The breeze that is drying your eyes. Don’t droop your petals down, my rose, Don’t droop your petals low. Grandpa’s here is spirit, And he’s proud of you, I know.