Death is an angel sent down from above
Sent for the buds of the flowers we love
Truly it is 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 then carried away
Forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet
Loved ones are passing each day and each hour
They're passing away as the life of a flower
But every bud and each blossom some day
Will bloom as a flower in the Master's bouquet
Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet
Beautiful flowers that will never decay
Gathered by angels then carried away
Forever to bloom in the Master's bouquet