I stood in a lonely room of a mother old and gray
Her voice so weak she could hardly speak, I brushed a tear away.
She was watching little snowflakes falling on her window pane
She breathed a sigh and then replied, "I'll be gone to be with Jesus come spring".

Before the roses bloom in my garden;
I'll be gathering flowers in a better land
Before the fields are green, before the robin sings
I'll be gone to be with Jesus come spring.

There's a big gate standing open, a gentle voice calls me home;
Soon I'll be in God's country in a garden all my own.
With my troubles far behind me and my body free from pain;
When the sun melts the snow and the warm winds blow,
I'll be gone to be with Jesus, come spring.

And now the roses bloomed in her garden
And she's gathering flowers in a better land;
She's gone where angels sing, earth's loss is Heaven's gain.
But, we'll meet when God gathers flowers, come spring.

I'll know we'll meet when God gathers flowers, come spring.

Written By Dottie Rambo
http://www.dottierambo.net/

Performed by Jessica King / Sheri Easter / Charlotte Ritchie

Jessica King
http://jessicaking.com/

Sheri Easter
http://www.jeffandsherieaster.com/

Charlotte Ritchie
http://charlotteritchie.com/

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