Come Spring
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1. I stood in a lonely room of a mother old and gray her voice so weak she could hardly speak, I brushed a tear away. She was watching the little snow flakes falling on the window pane. She breathed a sigh and then replied I'll be gone to be with Jesus come spring. Chorus 1. Before the roses have bloomed in my garden I'll be gathering flowers in a better land. Before the fields are green before the robins sing I'll be gone to be with Jesus come spring. 2. There's a big gate standing open, a gentle voice calls me home. Soon I'll be in God's country, in a garden of my own. With my troubles all behind me, and my body free from pain. When the sun melts the snow and the warm winds blow I'll be gone to be with Jesus come spring. Chorus 2. Now the roses have bloomed in the garden and the warm winds blow across the fields of green. She's gone where angels sing, our loss is heaven's gain. But we'll meet when God gathers flowers come spring. |
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