Music
Death is an angel sent down from above
Sent for the flowers and the lilies we love
Surely it's so, for in heaven's own way
The soul is a flower of the Master's bouquet
Gathering flowers for the Master's bouquet
Beautiful flowers that will never decay
Gathered by angels and carried away
For ever to bloom in the Master's bouquet
We must be faithful till life's work is done
Blooming away in the warmth of the sun
But everybody needs blossom some day
We'll bloom as the flowers in the Master's bouquet