About the Song
“Mama Liked The Roses” is a poignant ballad recorded by Elvis Presley in 1969. It was written by John L. Christopher and released as a single later that year. The song is notable for its emotional depth and heartfelt lyrics, which resonate with themes of love, loss, and remembrance.
The lyrics of “Mama Liked The Roses” reflect on the simple joys that the protagonist’s mother found in life, particularly her appreciation for roses. The song’s narrative centers around the son’s memories of his mother and her fondness for roses. Despite the passage of time and the inevitability of death, the son continues to associate roses with his mother’s love and presence.
The song’s arrangement is characterized by gentle instrumentation, including acoustic guitar and strings, which complement Presley’s soulful vocals. His delivery imbues the song with a sense of longing and nostalgia, capturing the emotional essence of the lyrics.
“Mama Liked The Roses” was included on Elvis Presley’s album “From Elvis in Memphis,” which was released in 1969. The album marked a significant return to form for Presley, showcasing his versatility as a vocalist and his ability to interpret a variety of musical styles.
The song resonated with audiences and remains a beloved track in Presley’s catalog, celebrated for its sincerity and emotional resonance. “Mama Liked The Roses” stands as a testament to the enduring bond between a mother and her child, offering solace and reflection in the face of loss.
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Lyrics
Oh, mama liked the roses
she grew them in the yard
But Winter always came around
and made the growing way too hard
Oh, mama liked the roses
and when she had the time
She’d decorate the living room
for all us kids to see
When I hear the Sunday bells
ringing in the morning
I remember crying
when she used to sing
Oh, mama liked the roses
but most of all she cared
About the way we learned to live
And if we said our prayers
You know I kept the family bible
With the rose that she saved inside
It was pressed between the pages
Like it had found a place to hide
Oh, mama liked the roses
in such a special way
We bring them every Mother’s Day
And put them on her grave
Oh, mama liked the roses
Mama liked the roses
Oh, mama liked the roses