Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds of the flowers we love. But every bud and each blossom some day. Will bloom as a flower in the Master's bouquet.
Death is an angel sent down from above. Sent for the buds and the flowers we love. Truly it is so, for in heaven's own way. Each soul is a flower in the Master's bouquet.
Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds and the flowers we love. Truly 'tis so for in heaven's own way each soul is a flower in the Master's bouquet.
Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds and the flowers we love. Truly 'tis so for in heaven's own way each soul is a flower in the Master's bouquet.