Page by page our lives are written in the Master's book above
Wonder if He makes an entry for each darling mother's love
Like the one I saw this morning enter though the station door
She was crying softly crying teardrops falling in the snow
As she came up to the window passing me I let her through
She was waiting for a casket one draped in red white and blue
Then she said I'll wait outside sir soon I know your train will blow
I could see her through the window teardrops falling in the snow
Then the whistle of the engine broke the silence of the air
As the train was slowly stopping upon her lips I saw a prayer
On the box there was a number and the name was right below
As she looked upon the casket teardrops falling in the snow
There's a new made grave a waiting and it's depths are dark and cold
Just to claim this mother's darling war for her has taken toll
But I'm sure they'll meet up yonder where God's children always go
And I always will remember teardrops falling in the snow

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