Its cover's worn with age
And though it's sold and wrinkled
Mama's there on every page
The night the angels called her,
Said, Child, 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 Bible,
and I heard her softly whisper
I'll meet you on the other side
I kissed my mother's Bible,
and I wiped away the dust.
Oh, you'll never know until she's gone,
how you miss a mother's love.
There's dust on Mother's Bible,
His cover's worn with age,
And though it's old and wrinkled,
Mama's there on every page.
Mama's there on every page.