No One To Sing For Me

I love to hear the songs they’re singing

Of love so fine an earthly thing

But there is none to me so precious

As the songs my mother sings

When just a child I used to listen

When she would sing of God’s great love

Somehow I knew her voice was blending

With the angels up above

I know the angels soon will call her

To that home beyond the sea

And then I’ll be so sad and lonesome

With no one to sing for me

At last her hair has turned to silver

But her sweet voice is pure as gold

She often sings of her bright mansion

Where God will safely keep her soul

A smile in death to rest forever

She peacefully slumbers beneath her grave

It seems that I can hear her singing

So many thousand miles away