[1] The winter of my life is almost over
[5] But do not grieve me as [4] I [1] go
For when they plant my body 'neath the clover
[5] Then begins the springtime of my [1] soul

[1] Oh to bloom in the master's garden (in the master's garden)
[5] With the saints who've gone [4] be-[1]-fore
All forgiven by His gracious pardon (by his pardon)
[5] Oh to bloom for Him forever-[1]-more

I can see my destination clearly
Just beyond the Jordan's tide
A garden filled with those I love so dearly
Kneelin' by my blessed Savior's side

If our roots run deep within His promise
He will melt our hearts of stone
By pourin' out the blood of Christ upon us
And in His garden we will find a home