I
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 SNOW FLAKES
FALLING ON THE WINDOW PANE.
SHE BREATHED A SIGH AND THEN REPLIED
I'LL BE GONE TO BE WITH JESUS COME SPRING.
1ST CHORUS
BEFORE THE ROSES HAVE BLOOMED IN MY GARDEN
I'LL BE GATHERING FLOWERS IN A BETTER LAND.
BEFORE THE FIELDS ARE GREEN BEFORE THE ROBINS SING
I'LL BE GONE TO BE WITH JESUS COME SPRING.
II
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 ALL 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.
2ND CHORUS
NOW THE ROSES HAVE BLOOMED IN THE GARDEN
AND THE WARM WINDS BLOW ACROSS THE FIELDS OF GREEN.
SHE'S GONE WHERE ANGELS SING OUR LOSS IS HEAVEN'S GAIN
BUT WE'LL MEET WHEN GOD GATHERS FLOWERS COME SPRING.