Come Spring

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 the 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 of 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 bloom 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 know we'll meet when God gathers flowers
 Come spring