A mem'ry often comes to visit as I lay in my bed late at night   Of mama along in the kitchen mending clothes by a little all night   She sewed till her fingers were slowling till she couldn't keep sleep from her eyes   Then daddy would go in to wake her he'd kiss her and I'd hear him sighed      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   [ steel ]   I was the oldest of seven so I was the first to leave home   And my dreams were just by 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 you the kids need this things more than I do   And the tears filled my eyes as I said   There won't be any patches in heaven...