My Mother’s Bible

There's a book that mother left me that grows sweeter every day
I have often read the pages since my mother passed away
When but just a baby boy, I would sit around her knee
Mother looked just like an angel when she read this book to me

Mother's Bible (oh, how dear), with the covers worn and old
Mother's Bible (much more sweeter), worth much more to me than gold
And she told me (yes, she told me) just before she went to sleep
If I read it (and believe it), Jesus then my soul would keep

Now my mother's gone to heaven and sometimes I feel so sad
Then I go get mother's Bible that she left for me and dad
Through the years, there may be changes, but one change there'll never be
It's that old and faded Bible that my mother left for me

Mother's Bible (oh, how dear), with the covers worn and old
Mother's Bible (much more sweeter), worth much more to me than gold
And she told me (yes, she told me) just before she went to sleep
If I read it (and believe it), Jesus then my soul would keep