Lyrics Come Spring - Michael Cleveland

She'll be gone to be with Jesus 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 away
She was watching a little snowflake
Falling on the window pane
She breathed a sigh and then replied
"I'll be gone to be with Jesus come spring"

When the roses have bloomed in my garden
I'll be gathering roses in the fields of green
Before the fields are green, before the robin sings
I'll be gone to be with Jesus come spring

There's a big gate standing open
A tender voice calls me home
Soon, I'll be in God's country
In a garden of my own
With my troubles far behind me
And my body free from pain
When the sun melts the snow and the warm wind blows
I'll be gone to be with Jesus come spring

Now the roses have bloomed in her garden
And the warm wind blows across the fields of green
She's gone where angels sing, our loss is Heaven's gain
She'll be gone to be with Jesus come spring

Yes, we'll meet when God gathers flowers, come spring