Patches in Heaven A memory of thought comes to visit As I lay in my bed late at night Of mama alone in the kitchen Mending clothes by a little oil light She sewed till her fingers were swollen Till she couldn't keep sleep from her eyes Then daddy would go in and wake her He'd kiss her and I'd hear him sigh There won't be any patches in heaven You'll look so pretty with a halo in your hair And if angels are judged by the deeds they have done Mom you'll be, the best dressed angel there I was the oldest of seven So I was the first to leave home And my dreams were to buy for my mama All the pretties that she'd never known But the first pretty dress that I gave her She smiled and then bowed her head She said, "Honey the kids need these things more than I do" And I filled with tears when she said There won't be any patches in heaven You'll look so pretty with a halo in your hair And if angels are judged by the deeds they have done Mom, you'll be the best dressed angel there