Beautiful Wings

Beautiful wings mother must wear
For i know she’s with angels somewhere up above
Great white wings with a halo so fair
I know she’s in glory dear mother sweet love

Precious memories how they linger
All through the valley that she loved so well
Her flowers her bible and a church in the dell
And the stories of jesus she used to tell

In the stillness of the sunset
We miss her most around suppertime
She’d call for the blessings and we’d all say a line
Oh sweet memories she left behind.