Dust on Mother's Bible

Dust on Mother's Bible - Buck Owens/Buddy Alan

There's dust on mother's Bible

It's cover's worn with age

And though it's old and wrinkled

Mama's there on every page

The night the angels called her

Mama called me to her side

And handed me her Bible

Said son let God be your guide

There's dust on mother's Bible

It's cover's worn with age

And though it's old and wrinkled

Mama's there on every page

I picked up mother's old Bible

To my heart I pressed it tight

And I heard her softly whisper

Son I'll meet you on the other side

I kissed my mother's old Bible

And I wiped away the dust

Oh you'll never know until she's gone

How you'll miss your mother's love

There's dust on mother's Bible

It's cover's worn with age

And though it's old and wrinkled

Mama's there on every page