Текст песни Gathering Flowers For The Master's Bouquet

Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds of the flowers we love But every bud and each blossom some day Will bloom as a flower in the Master's bouquet Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet beautiful flowers that will never decay Gathered by angels then carried away forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet [ dobro - mandolin ] Loved ones are passing each day and each hour passing away as the life of a flower Taken and cared for in heaven's own way forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet...