There's a book that mother left, that grows sweeter everyday I have often read the pages since my mother passed away When but just a baby boy I would sit around her knee Mother looked just like an angel when she read this book to me Mother's Bible, oh how dear, with the covers worn and old Mother's Bible, much more sweeter, worth much more to me than gold And she told me, yes she told me, just before she went to sleep If I read it and believed it, Jesus then my soul would keep Now my mother's gone to Heaven and sometimes I feel so sad Then I go get mother's Bible that she left for me and dad Through the years there may be changes, but one change there'll never be It's that old and faded Bible that my mother left for me