The Master's Bouquet - The Stanley Brothers

Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds and the flowers we love

Truly 'tis so for in heaven’s own way each soul is a flower in the Master’s

bouquet

Gathering flowers for the Master’s bouquet beautiful flowers that will never

decay

Gathered by angels and carried away forever to bloom in the Master’s bouquet

Loved ones are passing each day and each hour passing away as the life of a

flower

But every bud and each blossom some day

Gathering flowers…

Let us be faithful till life’s work is done blooming with love till the reaper

shall come

Then we’ll be gathered together for age

Transplanted to bloom in the Master’s bouquet

Gathering flowers…