In my memory there’s a picture

Of a face so dear to me

Loving arms that used to hold me

As I sat on mother’s knee

No one here on earth could pay her

For the things in life she gave

Now she’s gone but I’ll remember

A pretty wreath for mother’s grave

Chorus:

She was fond of pretty flowers

I recall she used to say

When I’m gone son please remember

A pretty wreath for mother’s grave

She had a little row of flowers

That she used to watch each day

She fixed them just before God called her

So they would not fade away

Next year they’ll bloom again in beauty

Red and blue so bright and gay

If it’s God’s will I’ll take them to her

A pretty wreath for mother’s grave

Chorus:

She was fond of pretty flowers…

So when I’m gone Lord please remember

A pretty wreath for mother’s grave