Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds and the flowers we love

Truly 'tis so for in heaven's own way each soul is a flower in the Master's bouquet

Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet beautiful flowers that will never decay

Gathered by angels and carried away forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet



Loved ones are passing each day and each hour passing away as the life of a flower

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...



Now let us be faithful till life's work is done

Blooming with love till the reaper shall come

Then we'll be gathered together that day

Transplanted to bloom in the Master's bouquet

Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet...