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 handed me her Bible said son let God be your guide
Now I picked up mama's old Bible and to my heart I pressed it tight
And then she softly whispered
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