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 SNOWFLAKES
FALLING ON HER
WINDOWPANE
SHE BREATHED A SIGH
AND THEN REPLIED
I'LL BE GONE
TO BE WITH JESUS
COME SPRING
BEFORE THE ROSES
BLOOM
IN MY GARDEN
I'LL BE GATHERING
FLOWERS IN
A BETTER LAND
BEFORE THE FIELDS
ARE GREEN
BEFORE THE ROBIN SINGS
I'LL BE GONE TO BE
WITH JESUS
COME SPRING
4 BAR
BREAK
THERE'S A BIG GATE
STANDING OPEN
A GENTLE VOICE
CALLS ME HOME
SOON I'LL BE
IN GOD'S COUNTRY
IN A GARDEN
ALL MY OWN
WITH MY TROUBLES
FAR 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
AND NOW
THE ROSES BLOOM
IN HER GARDEN
AND SHE'S GATHERING
FLOWERS IN
A BETTER LAND
SHE'S GONE
WHERE ANGELS SING
EARTH'S LOSS
IS HEAVEN'S GAIN
BUT WE'LL MEET
WHEN GOD
GATHERS FLOWERS
COME SPRING
I KNOW WE'LL MEET
WHEN GOD
GATHERS FLOWERS
COME SPRING