But there was nothing we could do
His words rang out clear and true
We knew in our hearts she was leaving
And there was nothing we could do
The fragrance of flowers from her grave
God had called her to His Heavenly home
When the preacher began to console us
Mortal pain shown on all our faces
She fell sick one cold winter morning
It was her only way of saying goodbye
Goes to heaven where she has gone too
He said, 'God called her that's the reason
Her face all tired and worn
At the people all gathered a-round
She lay on her death bed so bravely
And tomorrow she'd lay 'neath the ground
As she lay on the bed she was smiling
