death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds and the flowers we love truly tis so for in heaven s own way each soul is a flower in the master s bouquet gathering flowers for the master s bouquet beautiful flowers that will never decay gathered by angels and carried away forever to bloom in the master s bouquet let us be faithful till life s work is done blooming with love til the reaper has come then we ll be gathered together someday transplanted to bloom in the master s bouquet
['appalachian folk', 'banjo', 'bluegrass', 'bluegrass gospel', 'country gospel', 'old-time', 'progressive bluegrass', 'traditional country', 'traditional folk']