Dust on Mother's Bible

There's dust on mother's Bible
 Its cover's worn with age
 And though it's old and wrinkled
 Mama's there on every page
 The night the angels called her
 Mama called me to her side
 And handed me her Bible
 Said, "Son, let God be your guide"
 There's dust on mother's Bible
 Its cover's worn with age
 And though it's old and wrinkled
 Mama's there on every page
 I picked up mother's old Bible
 To my heart I pressed it tight
 And I heard her softly whisper
 "Son, I'll meet you on the other side"
 I kissed my mother's old Bible
 And I wiped away the dust
 Oh, you never know until she's gone
 How you'll miss your mother's love
 There's dust on mother's Bible
 Its cover's worn with age
 And though it's old and wrinkled
 Mama's there on every page