There's dust on mother's Bible its pages're worn with age

And though it's old and wrinkled mama's there on every page

The night the angels called her mama called me to her side

And she handed me her old Bible said son let this be your guide

Now I picked up mama's old Bible and to my heart I pressed it tight

And I thought I could hear her whisper ever so gently

Son I'll meet you on the other side

I kissed my mama's old Bible and I wiped away the dust

Oh you'll never know until she's gone how you miss your mother's love