Beautiful wings mother must wear for I know she's with angels somewhere up above

Great white wings with a halo so fair I know she's in glory sweet mother dear love



(Precious mem'ries how they linger) all through the valley that she loved so well

Her flowers her Bible and a church in the dell

And the stories of Jesus that she used to tell

(In the stillness of the sunset) we miss her the most around suppertime

She'd call for the blessings and we each say a line

All those mem'ries that she left behind

Beautiful wings mother must wear...