There Won't Be Any Patches In Heaven Lyrics - Norma Jean

A memory often comes to visit 

As I lay in my bed late at night 

Of mama along in the kitchen 

Mending clothes by a little all night 

She sewed till her fingers were slowing 

Till she couldn't keep sleep from her eyes 

Then daddy would go in to wake her 

He'd kiss her and I'd hear him sighed 

There won't be any patches in heaven 

You'll look so pretty with a halo in your hair 

And if angels are judged by the deeds they have done 

Mom you'll be the best dressed angel there 

I was the oldest of seven 

So I was the first to leave home 

And my dreams were just by for my mama 

All the pretties that she'd never known 

But the first pretty dress that I gave her 

She smiled and then bowed her head 

She said, "Honey you the kids need this things more than I do" 

And the tears filled my eyes as I said 

There won't be any patches in heaven 

You'll look so pretty with a halo in your hair 

And if angels are judged by the deeds they have done 

Mom, you'll be the best dressed angel there