I love to hear the songs they're singing
Of love so fine an earthly thing
But there is none to me so precious

As the songs my mother sings

When just a child I used to listen

When she would sing of God's great love
Somehow I knew her voice was blending
With the angels up above


I know the angels soon will call her
To that home beyond the sea

And then I'll be so sad and lonesome
With no one to sing for me


At last her hair has turned to silver
But her sweet voice is pure as gold
She often sings of her bright mansion

Where God will safely keep her soul

A smile in death to rest forever

She peacefully slumbers beneath her grave
It seems that I can hear her singing
So many thousand miles away