Death is an angel sent down from above Sent for the birds and the flowers we love Truly to soul for in heavens own way Each soul is a flower in the masters bouquet. Gathering flowers for the masters bouquet Beautiful flowers that will never decay Gathered by angels, and carried away Forever to bloom in the masters bouquet Loved ones are passing each day and each hour Passing away as the life of a flower But every bird and each blossom someday Will bloom as a flower in the masters bouquet Gathering flowers for the masters bouquet Beautiful flowers that will never decay Gathered by angels, and carried away Forever to bloom in the masters bouquet Now let us be faithful 'til life's work is done Blooming with love 'til the reaper shall come Then well be gathered together that day Transplanted to bloom in the masters bouquet Gathering flowers for the masters bouquet Beautiful flowers that will never decay Gathered by angels, and carried away Forever to bloom in the masters bouquet