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...