A memory often comes to visit
As I lay in my bed late at night
Of mama along in the kitchen
Mending clothes by a little all night

She sewed 'til her fingers were slowing
'Til she couldn't keep sleep from her eyes
Then daddy would go in to wake her
He'd kiss her and I'd hear him sighed

There won't be any patches in heaven
You'll look so pretty with a halo in your hair
And if angels are judged by the deeds they have done
Mom, you'll be the best dressed angel there

I was the oldest of seven
So I was the first to leave home
And my dreams were just by for my mama
All the pretties that she'd never known

But the first pretty dress that I gave her
She smiled and then bowed her head
She said, "Honey, you, the kids need these things more than I do"
And the tears filled my eyes as I said

There won't be any patches in heaven
You'll look so pretty with a halo in your hair
And if angels are judged by the deeds they have done
Mom, you'll be the best dressed angel there
Mom, you'll be the best dressed angel there