I
DEATH IS AN ANGEL SENT DOWN FROM ABOVE
SENT FOR THE BUDS AND THE FLOWERS WE LOVE.
TRULY SO FAR IN HEAVEN'S OWN WAY
EACH SOUL IS A FLOWER IN THE MASTER'S BOUQUET.
II
LOVED ONES ARE PASSING EACH DAY AND EACH HOUR
PASSING AWAY AS THE LIFE OF A FLOWER.
BUT EVERY BUD WILL EACH BLOSSOM SOMEDAY,
WILL BLOOM AS A FLOWER IN THE MASTER'S BOUQUET.
III
LET US BE FAITHFUL TIL LIFE'S WORK IS DONE
BLOOMING WITH LOVE TIL THE REAPER SHALL COME.
THEN WE'LL BE GATHERED TOGETHER FOR AYE
TRANSPLANTED TO BLOOM IN THE MASTER'S BOUQUET.
CHORUS
GATHERING FLOWERS FOR THE MASTER'S BOUQUET
BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS THAT WILL NEVER DECAY.
GATHERED BY ANGELS AND CARRIED AWAY
FOR EVER TO BLOOM IN THE MASTER'S BOUQUET.