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

Chorus:
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 Chorus (x2)

Don't scatter roses after I'm gone