the stanley brothers
gathering flowers for the master's bouquet
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  Let us be faithful till life's work is done Blooming with love 'til the reaper has come Then we'll be gathered together someday Transplanted to bloom in the Master's bouquet      