A pretty wreath for mother's grave
In my memory there's a picture of a face so dear to me Loving arms that used to hold me as I sat on mother's knee No one here on earth could pay her for the things in life she gave Now she's gone but I'll remember A pretty wreath for mother's grave She was fond of pretty flowers I recall she used to say When I'm gone son please remember A pretty wreath for mother's grave She had a little row of flowers that she used to watch each day She fixed them just before God called her so they would not fade away Next year they'll bloom again in beauty red and blue so bright and gay If it's God's will I'll take them to her, a pretty wreath for mother's grave * Refrain