Come Spring - Jessica King

I stood in a 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 her window pane

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 a better land

Before the fields are green, before the robin sings

I’ll be gone to be with Jesus come spring

There’s a big gate standing open

A gentle voice calls me home

Soon I’ll be in God’s country

In a garden of my own

With my troubles far 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

And now the roses bloom in her garden

And she’s gathering flowers in a better land

She’s gone where angels sing

Earth’s loss is Heaven’s gain

But we’ll meet when God gathers flowers, come spring

I know we’ll meet when God gathers flowers

Come spring