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