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