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