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Recorded by Kitty Wells Written by Marvin Baumgardner GATHERING FLOWERS FOR THE MASTER'S BOUQUET [Bb] Death is an angel sent [E] down from a-[Bb] bove ... Sent for the buds and the [C#] flowers we [F#] love ... [Bb] Truly, 'tis so for in [E] heaven's own [Bb] way ... Each soul is a flower in the [F#] Master's Bou-[Bb] quet. CHORUS [E] Gathering flowers for the [Bb] Master's Bouquet ... Beautiful flowers that will [C#] never de-[F#] cay ... [Bb] Gathered by angels and [E] carried a-[Bb] way ... Forever to bloom in the [F#] Master's Bou-[Bb] quet. Loved ones are passing each day and each hour Passing away as the life of a flower But ev'ry bud and each blossom some day Will bloom as a flower in the Master's Bouquet. CHORUS Let us be faithful till life's work is done Blooming with love till the reaper shall come Then we'll be gathered together for, (*Ay) Transplanted to bloom in the Master's Bouquet. CHORUS *Note. (*Ay); variant of Aye; to express surprise.Home