We all loved our fair tender maiden   From her eyes the light of Heaven shone through   She fell sick one cold winter morning   And there was nothing we could do      She lay on her death bed so bravely   Her face all tired and worn   We knew in our hearts she was leaving   God had called her to His Heavenly home      As she lay on the bed she was smiling   At the people all gathered a-round   It was her only way of saying goodbye   And tomorrow she'd lay 'neath the ground      The fragrance of flowers from her grave   Goes to heaven where she has gone too   Mortal pain shown on all our faces   But there was nothing we could do      When the preacher began to console us   His words rang out clear and true   He said, 'God called her that's the reason   That there was nothing we could do'