There's dust on mother's Bible its pages are worn with age And though it's old and wrinkled mama's there on every page The night the angels called her mama called me to her side And she handed me her old Bible said son let this be your guide Now I picked up mama's old Bible and to my heart I pressed it tight And I thought I could hear her whisper ever so gently Son I'll meet you on the other side I kissed my mama's old Bible and I wiped away the dust Oh you'll never know until she's gone how you miss your mother's loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
