Beautiful wings mother must wear for I know she's with angels somewhere up above Great white wings with a halo so fair I know she's in glory sweet mother dear love
(Precious mem'ries how they linger) all through the valley that she loved so well Her flowers her Bible and a church in the dell And the stories of Jesus that she used to tell (In the stillness of the sunset) we miss her the most around suppertime She'd call for the blessings and we each say a line All those mem'ries that she left behind Beautiful wings mother must wear...