There's dust on mother's old Bible

Its cover-er's wor-orn with age

And although i-it's o-old and wrinkled

Mother's there on e-every page



The night the angels called her

Mama called me to her side

And handed me her Bible

Said girl, let God be your guide



There's dust on mother's old Bible

Its cover-er's wor-orn with age

And although i-it's o-old and wrinkled

Mother's there on e-every page



I picked up mother's old Bible

To my heart I pressed it ti-ight

And I heard her softly whisper

Girl, I'll meet you on the o-other side



I kissed my mother's old Bible

And I wiped away the dust

Oh you'll never know until she's gone

How you miss your mo-other's love



There's dust on mother's old Bible

Its cover-er's wor-orn with age

And although i-it's o-old and wrinkled

Mother's there on e-every page