THERE'S DUST ON MOTHER'S BIBLE
IT'S COVER IS WORN WITH AGE
AND THOUGH IT'S OLD AND WRINKLED
MOTMMA'S THERE ON EVERY PAGE

THE NIGHT THE ANGELS CALLED HER
MOMMA CALLED ME TO HER SIDE
AND HANDED ME HER BIBLE
SAID SON LET GOD BE YOUR GUIDE

THERE'S DUST ON MOTHER'S BIBLE
IT'S COVER IS WORN WITH AGE
AND THOUGH IT'S OLD AND WRINKLED
MOTHER'S THERE ON EVERY PAGE

I PICKED UP MOTHER'S OLD BIBLE
TO MY HEART I PRESSED IT TIGHT
AND HEARD HER SOFTLY WHISPER
SON, I'LL MEET YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE

I KISSED MY MOTHER'S OLD BIBLE
AND I WIPED AWAY THE DUST
OH, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW UNTIL SHE'S GONE
HOW YOU'LL MISS YOUR MOTHER'S LOVE

THERE'S DUST ON MOTHER'S BIBLE
IT'S COVER IS WORN WITH AGE
AND THOUGH IT'S OLD AND WRINKLED
MOTHER'S THERE ON EVERY PAGE