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