Bluegrass Songs - Gathering flowers for the masters bouquet

Gathering flowers for the master's bouquet

Death is an angel sent down from above
Sent for the buds and the flowers we love
Truly 'tis so, for in heaven's own way
Each soul is a flower in the Moster's bouquet

    Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet
    Beautiful flowers that will never decay
    Gathered by angels and carried away
    Forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet

Let us be faithful till life's work is done
Blooming with love till the reapers shall come
Then we'll be gathered together someday
Transplanted to bloom in the Master's bouquet

  * Refrain