Shake My Mother’s Hand for Me

When you reach that golden city
Friends and loved ones you will see
When the saints come out to meet you
Oh, shake my mother's hand for me

Shake my mother's hand and tell her
Happy may her spirits be
When the saints come out to meet you
Oh, shake my mother's hand for me

There are times I often wonder
How can all these trials be
Time can't keep me here much longer
Oh, shake my mother's hand for me

Shake my mothеr's hand and tell her
Happy may her spirits bе
When the saints come out to meet you
Oh, shake my mother's hand for me

Over there you'll meet my Savior
Many others you will see
When you've had a talk with Jesus
Oh, shake my mother's hand for me

Shake my mother's hand and tell her
Happy may her spirits be
When the saints come out to meet you
Oh, shake my mother's hand for me