Letra de Come Spring
I stood in a lonely room Of a mother old and gray Her voice so weak, she could hardly speak I brushed a tear awayShe was watching the little snowflakes falling on her window pane She breathed a sigh and then replied, "I'll be gone to be with Jesus Come spring"Before the roses bloom in my garden I'll be gathering flowers in a better land Before the fields are green, before the robin sings I'll be gone to be with Jesus come springThere's a big gate standing open A gentle voice calls me home Soon I'll be in God's country In a garden of my ownWith my troubles far behind me And my body free from pain When the sun melts the snow and the warm winds blow I'll be gone to be with Jesus, come springAnd now the roses bloom in her garden And she's gathering flowers in a better land She's gone where angels sing Earth's loss is Heaven's gain But we'll meet when God gathers flowers, come springI know we'll meet when God gathers flowers Come spring