I stood in the lonely room of a mother old and gray
Her voice so weak she could hardly speak
I brushed a tear away
She was watching the little snowflakes
Falling on the windowpane
She breathed a sigh and then replied
I'll be gone to be with Jesus come spring
Before the roses bloom in my garden
I'll be gathering flowers in the bedroom
Before the fields are green
Before the robin sings
I'll be gone to be with Jesus come spring
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There's a big gate
Standing open
A gentle voice calls me home
Soon I'll be in God's country
In a garden all my own
With my troubles all behind me
And my body free from pain
When the sun melts the snow
And the warm winds blow
I'll be gone to be with Jesus come spring
Before the roses bloom in my garden
I'll be gone to be with Jesus come spring
Before the roses bloom in my garden
I'll be gone to be with Jesus come spring
And the warm winds blow
Across the fields of green
She's gone where angels sing
Earth's loss is heaven's gain
But we'll meet when God gathers flowers come spring
Yes, we'll meet when God gathers flowers come spring
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