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.

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[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.

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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.

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*Note. (*Ay); variant of Aye; to express surprise.