Page by page
our life is written
In the master's book of books,
wonder if he makes an entry
For each darling mother's love
Like the one I saw this morning
Entered through the station door
She was crying, softly crying
Teardrops falling in the snow
As she came up to the window
Passin' me a letter 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 the train will blow
I could see her through the window
Teardrops falling in the snow
Then the whistle of the engine
Broke the stillness of the air
As the train was slowly stopping,
on her lips there was a prayer
Along the box there was a number
With a name inscribed be low
As she looked upon the casket,
teardrops falling in the snow,
There's a new -made grave awaiting
And its steps 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
An d I always will remember
Teardrops falling in the snow