Chorus:

There's dust on mother's bible

Its cover's 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."



Chorus:

There's dust on mother's bible

Its cover's worn with age

And though it's old and wrinkled

Mama's there on every page



--- Instrumental ---



I picked up mother's old bible

To my heart I pressed it tight

And I heard her softly whisper

"Son, I'll meet you on the other side."



I kissed my mother's old bible

And I wiped away the dust.

Oh, you never know until she's gone

How you'll miss your mother's love



Chorus:

There's dust on mother's bible

Its cover's worn with age

And though it's old and wrinkled

Mama's there on every page...